Fun at the Bus Station

I was in Mexico and Honduras the week before Labor Day. On the Monday before Labor Day, I flew from Detroit to Phoenix to Mexico City and then took a 1.5 hour bus ride to Cuernavaca, Mexico. The bus ride was uneventful. The driver seemed to drive the speed limit and the bus was like a chartered bus – new, clean, relatively quiet, and 4 tv screens showing a dubbed movie.

Due to the nature of my travels, I was at a bus station almost every day that I was in Mexico. I started to notice that most of the bus stations had some sort of shrine to Mary, the Holy Mother, usually consisting of a small amount of tasteful artwork, a statue, and some decorative plants or flowers. Rumor has it that the larger the shrine, the scarier the bus station and bus ride. After safely returning from the ancient temples in Teotihuacan, I had to take a picture with the gigantic shrine to Mary, but only after expressing my prayerful gratitude.