I saw a skinhead in Morelia

...and my heart skipped a beat. The moment was only dramatized because I'd just turned on a street corner when the unmistakable swastika on his shirt was slapped into my line of sight. His whole person looked the part, too. Shaved head, combat boots, and that stupid perma-scowl favored by the few die-hard racists I've had the joy of encountering. Considering the majority of Mexicans are of mixed indigenous and European descent(aka not pure Aryan), I think it's safe to assume Neo-nazis are a minority here. It was kind of funny actually. I mean if I were alone in a dark alley in Eastern Europe maybe not so funny, but seeing him in all his black garb on this hot day, here in this Mexican city...it was a little amusing.

I'm in Mexico!

I also saw a lot of old churches, visited a neighboring pueblo on a lake where it rained the whole time and accompanied my friend to visit his family in the small pueblo of Panjamillo. There, I cooked with his mom, did my laundry, ate the best cherry ice cream in the universe, and watched a local beauty pageant. It was super chido.

*Special thanks to Efra for letting me borrow his camera to take the following pictures. They will make those taken by my camera look like pixelated crap.

Morelia, Patzcuaro, and Panjamillo, Michoacan, MX: Sept. 1- Sept. 7

girl and drum, Isla de JanitzioOverlooking MoreliaI teach my Morelia friends a drinking game and snorkel fashion show ensues