the mountains of Chiapas, Mexico in my early 20's, shortly after the Zapatistas uprising,
I was befriended by a sweet little girl with big brown eyes.
She found me while I was meandering through an outdoor market in San Cristobal de Las Casas, she just slid her tiny hand into mine and looked up at me with a disarming smile. That was all it took, my heart was hers.
Every time I visited that market she'd reappear, slipping her little hand into mine and beaming that big beautiful smile of hers. We'd sit and watch my...