So this past Sunday, I ventured across the border into Guatemala to see the Black Christ. Talking about a cultural experience. People come from all over Central America to see the Black Christ and seek cures for ailments. My legs started to ache an hour into wait outside in order to see the sculpture that is the Black Christ. I felt as if I was entering some kind of haunted house: the ramped winded up and to the right and the people exiting walked backwards because it is an absolute sin to turn your back on the sculpture. There are two stories behind the Black Christ. One is that it is a utterly sacred art that was found in a cave in the innards of Guatemalan earth. The other is that the Spaniards brought the sculpture over in order to employ their religious beliefs on the Guatemalan people. Believe which ever story best fits you. However, people here tend to believe the first story so much so that they stand in line all day asking to be cured for everything and anything. The pictures above are of the church, the Black Christ, and the candles that illuminated the church and its grandoir. What an experience.