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Pay your respects to local religious customs.
One night we made a pilgrimage down to Douglas to visit the Aparición de Virgin de Guadalupe de Calentador de Agua. The truly, truly devout make pilgrimages on their knees. But we were in a hurry. Plus there are scorpions. Be reasonable. Instead, we had Mexican food, then strolled down the street to the house with the glass-encased, virgin-festooned water heater in the front yard. No mistaking it. That's the Virgin de Guadalupe, alright.
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The woman who lived in the house wanted to know about Wagner, but I don't have enough Spanish to explain Wagner. Frankly, I don't think I have enough English to explain Wagner. Finally I had to resort to the word loco.
She admonished me for saying so. In the eyes of the Caretaker of the Water Heater Virgin, I am not loco. Let it be noted. Then she took Wagner in her hands, looked him over carefully, noting his many non-factory crags, and said one of my favorite Spanish words: "Ay, Pobrecito!" For the most part, though, I'd say Wagner is a pretty lucky Pobrecito. |
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