Remember when I sad everyone around here practices magick, Santería, or some form of witchcraft, but won’t ever admit to being witches?
I wasn’t even kiding. I pass like five shrines for the Gauchito Gil on my way to work. They’re all by the road in the highways.
And don’t even get me started with the Equeco
God of prosperity and joy who shows up in the shape of a burdened traveler who will ask you to put a cigarette in his mouth since his hands are busy. The belief is that you should never turn down someone who asks for help because it could be the Equeco in disguise. We offer him cigarettes.
Or the Difunta Correa (Deceased Correa, which is a last name)
We leave her bottles filled with water as offerings because she died of thirst while following her forcefully army recruited husband across the San Juan desert, although her breast kept providing her child with milk under the scorching desert sun for, some say, days.
Also here is Lourdes explaining how to heal the empacho and saying that you should carry a red ribbon in your wallet, in case you were wondering (vid. in Spanish):