Last Sunday, David and I took an afternoon drive to see the statue of the Virgin of Guadelupe in the village of La Cantera on the way to Playa Grande. We took the small dirt road that takes you to the trail head. As we drove along, David looked in the rear view mirror and said that there was a little boy running after the truck.
His name was Jeffery and he was 8 years old. I believe that he wanted to be our tour guide. No sooner had we gotten out of the truck, we were inundated with 10 other children from the nearby neighborhood. Each one wanted to hold our hands as we walked up to the statue and there was much discussion among them. I couldn’t quite understand what was being said but the tone wasn’t all that nice sometimes.
