After an early dinner in Veracruz, the Steves, Nels, and I happened upon a lengthy flag ceremony in the square directly outside the restaurant. It featured retired and current sailors of the Mexican Navy, local high school students carrying out the flag ritual, and the high school band performing a song that must be titled “Veracruz.” The highlight for us was the very young boy seemingly out of place with his camoflauge fatigues, pouting face, and random drum beats.
