God Bless Mexico

Earlier in the week, Bob had gone to confession, and then taken the confession of his bliphotographer.  The presumptive stance of the neighbor to the north (God Bless the USA) seemed out of step with his own rich recent experience with local people and culture, and he felt that at the very least he could offer his own blessing as his sojourn here drew to an end.  Indeed he wondered whether he should pursue his notion of revolutionary leadership in a ecclesiastical role.  He even donned a clerical collar to get a feel for it.  You may wish to check out Flickr.