“If you were writing in your blog now, you’d say we’re driving around Phoenix trying to find Corpus Christi.”

But we knew where it was — Guadalupe. The little town that time forgot, and it doesn’t seem to bother them much at all. We always loved this town. Now it’s like going home.

Mo bought an angel for the door, and we paid our respects at the beautiful old church in the middle of the town. It has everything Corpus has — that sense of community, the simple but beautiful architecture, the homemade signs — that we find distressingly gone in the big city.

Next time I need a paleta, I know where to go.