The photo was taken by myself. It shows my bag on the floor of Guadalupe Temple, on Mexico City.  It's wet because the priest bring to us the holy water.
It was taken on 2016, the year when I lived on D.F.
My history teacher in school went to visit me and she's so catholic, so I accompained her to easter mass. I don't believe and I'm not catholic, but I wanted to go to the Temple with her because it's a very important ceremony for mexicians.
Well, my bag was blessed but I lose it two weeks later u.u.
The photo looks banal, but reminds me an anecdote of a periode of my life that I lived in another country. And it reminds me the visit of my ex-teacher... she was very generous with me on his travel.