I’m about to work on part 6 of my Mexican Travelogue, and it’ll be a lengthy one. I’ve finally reached the Holy Week parades, a collection of images from one of the most intimate events I’ve ever encountered. But as I was sorting through the images, I decided this one warranted a quick post all its own.
This little guy was sitting in the middle of a Biblical scene along the parade route, and he resembles our nephew Jeremiah in so many ways its hilarious. The messy hair angled forward. The puckered lips. The shape of his ear. The character of his eyes. And so he has become known to us as “Mexican Jer.” Makes us smile every time the photo comes up.
[...] all this? What did they feel? Among them were two toddlers (one of whom I’ve written about, Mexican Jer). One of them cried with confusion, the other plucked happily at his toes. The oldest girl [...]