If you believe the back windows of the taxis they drive, the taxistas of Oaxaca are a very moral group. For several months now, selected yellow taxis in the city (not the orange, blue or pink, mind you) have been sporting painted one-word virtues. Like the highball glasses my dad used to have. Though who wants to down a drink while thinking of Chastity or Prudence? And it’s not just taxis: José’s VW bug now sports Copiloto: La Reyna de Dallas (copilot: queen of Dallas) on the passenger side. Yeah, it’s misspelled: it should be reina.
Jesus was wearing a white doctor’s coat with his name over the pocket, stethoscope draped around his tiny ceramic neck, carrying his own little black medical bag.
He was in good company, among a dozen or so other niños Dioses (literally God children), dressed in clothing from satin capes and regal crowns to simple robes and straw hats. They might have been cowboys or goatherders, but really, they were just pilgrims.