Thanks to Saint Martha I could go far in my profession as a bartender. She answered my pleas so I worked in the best restaurants and bars and gained competence. Now I have my own bar.

Puerto Vallarta, 2019

I dedicate this humble retablo to Saint Clare for having won the lottery. I bought a ticket and was lucky to win a jackpot. When I was poor no woman wanted even to talk with me cause I was ugly. But now when I’m a millionaire, the most beautiful women going after me. I can go out with everyone I want, and they see me as a handsome guy.

Anacleto Perez ~ Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco

I’m thanking Saint John Bosco with this simple retablo because my girl friends don’t know my secret. They are so beautiful, and I lied them that I’m a gay to be near them. In this way I can stay with them all day, gawking at them, hugging them, and they don’t suspect that they attract me.

Javi Valencia
Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco

I met Beny in Puerto Vallarta. I was captivated by him very fast. We became friends, and one day during that vacation I confess my love to him. He responded me. I thank the Lord of Oak because I asked for it very much.

July 1979

I met a handsome young man on the beach in Puerto Vallarta. I began to suspect that he was gay, because every time he passed by he glanced at me smiling. Also, he liked pink towels. I thank Saint Anthony, the patron saint of lovers, because I tried my luck and talked with him, and now we’re a couple.

I dedicate this humble retablo to Saint Patrick for having won the lottery. I bought a ticket and won a jackpot. When I was poor no woman wanted even to talk with me cause I was ugly. But now when I’m a millionaire, the most beautiful women looking for me. I can go out with everyone I want, and they see me as a handsome guy.

Anacleto Perez
Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco

My second husband and I thank Saint Brigit because we won the first prize in the lottery. With the money we bought a very big and beautiful boat on which we are sailing to Puerto Vallarta.

I met a handsome young man on the beach in Puerto Vallarta. I began to suspect that he was gay, because whenever he passed by he glanced at me smiling. Also he preferred pink towels. I thank Saint Anthony, the patron saint of lovers, for I took the liberty of talking with him. So now we’re a couple.