Guatemala’s Couch Surfing Saint Isn’t What He Seems

May 22, 2014

The renegade saint dwelt in a back alley bathed in the shadow of a lakeside village church, keeping the company of street children and washed up drug addicts. After taking a few steps down the grimy, concrete-walled crevasse, the silhouette of a head popped out of a doorway to greet us visitors. “Maximon is here,” the shadow whispered.