The trip to Guadalajara

I had a great opportunity this weekend to travel with a Missionary of the Holy Spirit (Chuy...though I sometimes call him Chubacca) to his home town of Guadalajara. Great guy, big city and interesting surroundings.

The streets are rock and dirt. The outsides of the buildings are almost all have graffiti and yet you walk into the local parish church...it's gorgeous inside!

I asked the father of Chuy (Alfredo) when we were leaving...of course all of this is in Spanish because nobody on this trip, nor at Chuy's house, could speak English, if the local area was safe to walk around alone. He said no, never. Lot's of stealing, breakins and murders, but he said there was no prostitution, that was an interesting point.


One of the pictures above, you'll see what the poor of the city live in...cardboard or tin "houses". This area of poorer folks was not far (about a 1/2 mile) from where we were staying.

The last picture was of me doing a little clowning around in downtown Guadalajara. I told the clowns, once in again only in Spanish, that I didn't know Spanish...they said they didn't know English...we both were in trouble!