From our house we could hear the background noise of singing almost all day. A couple of streets over, by the landslide on the main highway, there was an interesting get-together for prayer. Everyone was invited: the Catholics, the Protestants, and those who practice the traditional Mayan religion. They were gathering together at the edge of the landslide to pray (to whomever they wished) for the edge of the ravine to quit falling away little by little. Each group took a turn leading the event. We were struck, once again, by how ingrained and accepted the syncretism is here.