Popcorn

As we drove out of Sayulita I was forced to pass a few descansos because my wife, who is much wiser than I am, deemed the parking situation unacceptably dangerous. Since she’s usually right I deferred until we came across these two crosses.

The cement was aged enough that I couldn’t make out the names, but the flowers were fresh and off to the right there were two bags of microwave popcorn. I tried to get a photo of them that included the context of the scene, but without touching them I wasn’t going to get a shot I liked.

It’s interesting to me to think about the items families leave at these memorials. I hate when it’s little bears and other stuffed animals because I know it means that either a child has died or, in some ways worse, a child has been left behind. But popcorn?

Descanse en paz, popcorn loving strangers.