I feel like I came to the place my parents came and tried to spread the word of god and actually become completly de-beliefed.
But it´s good. I´m no longer a slave to religion. Feel sorry for my young guide who showed me around the Museo de Arte Religioso as I couldn´t help laughing out loud to the tiny sandals for the image of a baby christ.
Guess I can read Richard Dawkins now.
And the title in spanish, is the name of me and Daves yardcore band.