So a late middle-aged gringa-tourist from the cruise ship stops me in the street of our humble village.
"Where is the main part of town?" ( Something, anything to see...)
'You are in it.' she looks flabbergasted. " Well, there is a church plaza up the street.'
" Is there anything to buy?" , with an edge to her voice.
Now I am stumped. A papaya? A mango? 'There is a great coffee shop around the corner?.' She looks more frustrated.
Hmmm... tourist cha-khas??? My mind drew a blank. This place is hopelessly so UN-Miami. So UN-airport gift shop.
Where's the ceramic vender wandering the restaurants selling his wares when you need him?
Abrazos
Esteban
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