So I'm standing in the cashier's line at my new favorite bakery on Guadelupe. I have the round Mexican pizza-like tray and tongs in hand. I had noticed two girls, about 7 & 9, roaming the shop and quietly giggling behind their fists. By their embroidered dress, they must be from San Juan El Bosque about 55 km from San Cristobal and this may just be their first trip to the big city.
The oldest misses the concept of placing cookies on a tray and is balancing two large cookies on the end of the tongs. The younger has her palm stretched out with a 2 peso coin (about 16 cents) I pay for my rolls and while the cashier is placing them in a bag, I say I'll pay for theirs too. They say not a word but accept their wrapped cookies. We say goodbye at the door and that's it.
Today I'm walking Real de Guadelupe and someone pinches me. I mean a real pinch on the arm. I look over and it's the girls. They don't speak Spanish but smile and run off giggling.
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