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The dusty roads frame thousands of curious glances. Here tourists are rare and my camera draws a lot of attention.
The exposed electric cables, the dangling shop signs, the local market, the images of the Virgin Mary interspersed with Mayan sculptures, the nicked facades of colonial buildings. I am just passing by but I find infinite beauty in the everyday life of this town.
I stop for lunch and order soup of beans and beef.
A lady as kind as perplexed by my presence serves me the plate, I look around for cutlery.
The lady laughs and hints me to eat with my hands, I look around and actually all other fellow diners were eating in the same way.
Me being Italian, I am used to eating pizza, chicken, fries with my hands.
I was taken aback, as a soup simply had not happened to me… yet!
There is always a first time.
Needless to say, my shirt has suffered my inexperience, but a bowl of soup has never so delicious.