We see the children of Guatemala wrapped up tightly, flung over their mother's back, eating mangos; holding the orange fruit in their tiny little hands, content. And slightly older children helping out in the stalls, making transactions or running to another stall to bring back more choices for the spoiled Americans. Each stall is it's own little mystery, a story we won't know, our mission is to buy and ignore, (purchasing tokens for ourselves and family).
A few days earlier Charlie carried the Mario piñata through the streets of Antiqua. His group purchased it in the market and Charlie became the designated carrier, a role he often assumes, joyfully. When we left the school Charlie filmed the children running after the bus, running as if their very life depended upon catching up to us. Chasing and making the dirt clouds. One little boy follows us for a long time, until he finally gives up. My heart hurts as I watch, we all feel it. In just the few minutes we spend with the children we fall in love, a kind of instant love that warms and breaks hearts.
See what I mean?