For me, one of the greatest joys of traveling in Latin America is meeting the children. They are bright lights in a region that is too often plagued by hardship and violence. I came across the young Maya girl above in Cobán, an old Spanish colonial town in the misty highlands of Guatemala. She was helping her mother cook and sell tortillas in the doorway of a house. When I asked this shy girl in Spanish if I could take her picture, she folded her arms and looked at me with a quizzical expression, making me realize that my life was as mysterious to her as her life was to me. You can find this image in my Latin American Children gallery.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Latin American Children Gallery
For me, one of the greatest joys of traveling in Latin America is meeting the children. They are bright lights in a region that is too often plagued by hardship and violence. I came across the young Maya girl above in Cobán, an old Spanish colonial town in the misty highlands of Guatemala. She was helping her mother cook and sell tortillas in the doorway of a house. When I asked this shy girl in Spanish if I could take her picture, she folded her arms and looked at me with a quizzical expression, making me realize that my life was as mysterious to her as her life was to me. You can find this image in my Latin American Children gallery.
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