I parked at OXXO, got out of my car, and walked. The pueblo is poor, but the people are a joy. The babies are fat and happy and the kids ride refurbished bicycles and the dogs sleep in the street and the parents walk home from work dressed in all manner of starched, spotless uniforms.
Camera in hand and pesos in my pocket, I walked the streets, stopping and taking time to notice the rich life going on around me.
What were the pesos for? Well I wasn't sure until I saw the bread bike stuffed with sweet confections in multi-color. I stuffed a few buns in a bag and carried them around wondering what to do with them until I saw this little boy. You should have seen his eyes light up when I asked his mother if I could give him a treat.
I talked to the tamale lady, bought a chicken and mole (a Yucatan sauce made with chilies and chocolate) tamale, and gave it to a man digging up someone's front yard.
Smiles everywhere. And me? A great feeling inside and a view of the pueblo with all its poverty and richness.
Advice to travelers:
In the Mayan Riviera, don't be afraid. Get out of your comfort zone. Find the beauty. The people are gentle and curious about you. A sweet bun goes a long way. Take time to buy one from a sweet Mayan man and give it away.