We took the kids to the fountain park this afternoon. It’s a free attraction just across the street from the malecón. The kids that are there on a Saturday are 100% local, mostly (I’m guessing) from neighborhoods well off the beach, and wearing their underwear. I’m also guessing that because of their lives they’ve never come in direct contact with a gringo child. I say this because I’ve never seen kids so obsessed with Ouest and Lowe’s hair before. Lowe got hurt while he was playing in the water and while Ali held him kids were lining up to take quick swipes at his hair. Other kids would stand behind Ouest in the water and gently grab a ponytail and let it slide between their fingers.
We couldn’t get Lowe back in the water (and he was by far the youngest anyway), but Ouest had a great time. I love watching her during these times of unadulterated joy.
My wish is that one day I am one of those photographers that can just go right up to people and ask if they can take a picture. It’s one of the few things that I just can’t bring myself to do. This guy in particular I would like to follow around all day long. I’d say he’s in his seventies, and yet look at him—solid muscle, earned no doubt from a lifetime of hard work. There’d be some good pictures to be had out on the water with him for a morning’s fishing.