The People You Meet

“Hola, senorita,” says the butcher. Call me senorita, will you?  I like him instantly. His jovial personality matches his rotund stature, he and his tiny wife, both ready to give you the exact cut of meat you want.

The grocer and his wife with their friendly smiles. “Como estás? Y tu hija? Y tu nieta?”

“Bien, bien. Y tu bebé?”

Jorge and his daughter Sofia, each with their shops—both serve the best coffee in town. And the smoothies…? Amazing!

“Una smoothie de Mango, por favor.”

“Con crema?”

“Un poquito.”



The Global men, with professional pride, greet us courteously when they arrive in their truck and their ladders to fill the gas tank on the roof.

The young Ciel men who deliver the drinking water, both extremely courteous and serious, and very, very wary of the dog as they shoulder the big jugs and carry them to the water stand.

Jose, the plumber, who comes way too often and way too cheerfully. Little by little he’s replacing all the plumbing in the building. One day we’ll say hello in the street rather than at our door.

The couple next door, Antonio with his tools and help in emergencies, his wife who makes the jamaica water that we love so much and their children who invite themselves in to play and tumble on the grass in the backyard, a nice break from playing in the street or the concrete yard at their place.




Joanna at the Fruteria, with her eager smile as she weighs our fruit and veggies while her three-yea- old daughter stands on a stool and helps fill the bags.

The little boy we meet in the street who solemnly offers his hand to shake each and every time we see him.  We think he’s about eight years old, but he tells us he’s fourteen. Serious malnutrition? He proudly shows off the fish heads he’s gathered on the beach early in the morning to take home to his mother. We suspect it’s not his mother, but someone who has taken him in off the street. For him a taco de birria if we see him near the corner stand.

The birria stand staff who charge ridiculously low prices for the best breakfast in town.






And best of all, Doña Felipa, so much more than our friend—sister, mother, and grandmother to our family.                   Te amamos, Doña Felipa!


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