It was Christmas Eve and we were looking for an inn.
The irony was a little lost on us at the time. It hadn’t occurred to us that it was Christmas until we saw a manger set up next to a closed churros stand in the town square of Kantunilkin, Mexico. Up until this point we thought the town was deserted; we had driven down the main road in darkness and all the shops were closed, doors and windows barricaded. So there we were, a Bahá’í, an Atheist, and not a donkey (or person) in sight.