In the long flat country between Guadalajara and the sea, the road to Manzanillo winds over lakes and past volvanoes, and in the typical innocence of the land, it is a road without signs. It is a good road, fairly new -- you can cruise at 80 without thinking twice, mile after mile, hour after hour. After hours and hours of this, without a single sign, you see one, way in the distance, and you can't help wonder what the occasion could be to prompt the posting of such a rare thing as a roadside sign. As you draw closer you can see that it is definitely an official roadsign sign, meeting all specifications for same. But when you get up close enough to read, lo, all it says is "Obedezca las signales", which as near as I can tell means "Obey the Signs".

Only in the wonderland that is Mexico. If my Spanish were better I would write a song by that name.

Amos