Si, claro! Not so sure actually, but when mi abuela asks me if I’m a god-fearing chica despite being some variety of heathen (not Catholic, obvi), I’m not gonna say no. Little does she know how much of a heathen I am, nor will she.
It is still surprising how religion—or at the very least, religious symbolism—is an omnipresent part of life here. In my room, I have a painting of the Virgin Mary in a teddy bear picture frame, and a carving of the nativity on the wall. Plus there’s a big Jesus painting in the hallway and crucifixes all over the place. Although at first all this Jesus stuff was quite disconcerting, I kind of don’t notice anymore. It’s just scenery, just like La Virgen del Panecillo is just a big statue, and not an admonishment to women to maintain sexual purity. Even la Universidad Catolica seems remarkably benign in this context. I can totally deal with this variety of piety. It’s so refreshing to have this level of religiosity combined with radical politics—something I haven't experienced in the US.
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