We had been hearing the upbeat cacophony for nearly an hour--horns and drums drawing closer. When the ragged quartet arrived below our balcony, K tossed me a handful of coins, I grabbed my camera and flip-flopped downstairs. I was met with smiles, musical energy, if not so much facility, and an outstretched sombrero, primed with big peso notes.
We love the ingenuity and industry with which many of our locals gain their income, whether it’s vending homemade tamales from a cooler or some audaciously tasty pies off a head-balanced rack of tins. One fellow hawks popsicles from an ice box slung around his neck, another will snap your picture with a pet iguana.
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| One recent afternoon we passed a small group of enterprising teenagers laughing, playing music,and blowing up the balloons. |
Our favorite new startup is the Balloon Game, popular with our elementary school set. For a few pesos you can throw a feather dart at a board of balloons. If you hit the right color, you get your choice of prizes. This game is cleverly located to lure participants who eventually tire of bouncing on one of two nearby trampolines set up (by another entrepreneur, I hear) where the never-to-be-completed jail was originally planned.
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