Caminos Entrelazados or Intertwined Paths.
Part 1 We’d met in el mercado, a small one, right in the heart of Chiapas, Mexico. The one on Guyava St. just across from the Library. Both of us marveling at the beauty of a Country that wasn’t our own. Though the color of our skin, made us seem to fit in. Indigenous almost. I was t...