The scouting trip was not only an opportunity to scout for locations to shoot; it was in a way a method for remembering as well. With every highway that we crossed, every hotel that we saw, every street we walked and every small tourist attraction we visited, buried memories started appearing which had been absent for at least twenty years. I remembered the aquarium, the large pejelagartos sleeping in buckets, the crocodile statues that populate the town.
Within my original text, there was a vague memory of color, light and motion that seemed to me like a fair or a theme park – and yet, I couldn´t pin down what was happening exactly. On the last day of our stay, we discovered that every week there is a carnival dedicated to St. Bartholomew, the patron of the town. The whole town is filled with lights, colors, flowers and music. It was at that moment that the vague memory acquired gravity and became solidified in my conscience. It may sound pretty obvious, but a scouting trip can also be a technique for remembering: since sometimes the body remembers a space better than the mind, getting lost in a place that the body knows and the mind has forgotten is an experience where, with every footstep, a piece of lost time is exhumed.