When my daughter and I were coming back home from the village of San Francisco, we took a wrong way and got lost. It was getting dark, and the night caught us halfway. In the night thousand of fiery eyes were looking at us from the darkness, and we heard horrifying noises. We give thanks to the Virgin of Guadalupe because an old man was passing by. He saw us and guided us to the right way. Afterwards we arrived to our village very quickly and without problems.