I forgot to mention that when we arrived in Guadalajara, we got on a city bus to Varo's house. In the middle of the windshield was a 3 foot high, wooden cross with a sculpture of Jesus. There were small red lights in the wood of the cross, spaced a few inches apart. Every time the driver stepped on the brakes, the cross lit up... only in Mexico.

Made me think of Margaret Mayhem... ;)