Armed with some things I brought back from Panajachel Guatemala, Margarita goes native.
What happened to the little girl?
She's a grown up young lady. I remember when she looked like Yaritsa, skinny but with (a lot) more attitude.
Gotta get her married off soon so we don't have to teach her how to make tortillas. :-)
Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.
— Denis Diderot