I like signs, especially handpainted Mexican business signs.  From the tire shop to monkey toys to an outlaw haircut, you can get anything in Mexico.

I visited the ruins of an 18th-century skate park today.  Built in 1774 by a bunch of 18th-century Gen-X kids posing as Catholic missionaries, it is a testament to the power of persuasion.  "Sure, we'll build you a church," said Catholic Beavis to the Pope.  "Just send us to an idyllic climate with no oppressive institutions and give us lots of instant concrete, and we'll build you the best skate park, I mean mission, in the whole new world."

"What's a skate park?" said the pope.

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A vaquero passed me on the street today as I was walking along in search of comida por mi gato, and permissioned me to film him.

So I did.

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Notice how the garbage can casts the shadow of a cross.  That's God's way of telling us that we can lay our garbage at His feet, and he will redeem us from the filth.  But we have to lay the junkyard at His feet.  He won't take our broken, worthless garbage from us by force.

Faith is a trip.  Like pizza, money can be a god, even for those of us who don't have any.  Moreso, even.

Dios please forbid.