Contrasts play out sharply in private homes in Pajacuarán, where luxuries and modern conveniences purchased with U.S. wages keep company with more traditional Mexican ways. At Josefina Rodriguez's home, a freshly-severed pig's head sits alongside the grandkids' baby bottles just a few steps from a kitchen with appliances so new they still have the stickers on them. The pig, kept in a pen out back, was butchered that morning for a family baptismal feast. Its entrails boiled furiously in a cauldron in a garden full of lime trees behind the house.