Yerbas Buenas

Apart from being a "well-preserved colonial village", the one thing I shall always remember about Yerbas Buenas (translated by the Dimminutive One as "The Good Weeds", which I'm sure would attract a certain kind of visitor) was the drunk chap in the street. He was sat alongside a parked car, inspecting the peeling go-faster stripes. This wouldn't have been such an issue if he´d chosen the pavement side of the vehicle. This rather badly thought out decision saw him positioned in the middle of the road. As you can see from the pictures, heavy traffic isn't a problem, although he was running the risk of getting a squashed hand from a passing tractor.
It was worth noting that it was only about 11 in the morning, so he'd clearly made an early start to the day. You could hear him singing within a four block radius, and we both burst out laughing when suddenly, breaking off from the wailing, he cordially greeted a passer by with a fairly formal "Buenas Dias Señor!".