I went with my daughters to gather some herbs growing almost at the top of the mountain. They were very good for our grandma’s rheumatism. When we were coming down and passing at the narrowest part of the road, some birds, trying to catch insects and small snakes in the rocks, caused a landslide and a rain of stones. Stones were flying around us, but miraculously not one hit us. The stones were falling and tumbled down near us. We thank the Virgin of Zapopan for the miracle of protecting us from this rain of stones.