The happiest kids, for one day.
Finally, my Spring break arrived. I wanted to escape from the long and cruel winter in Syracuse. My husband and I decided to explore a place we had never been. We picked Cozumel, Mexico in order to know more about my Mayan ancestors.
Since my husband is a diving aficionado and I am a sun lover, it would be the perfect place for my hedonistic activities. Of course, a refreshing margarita could not be missed.
As soon as we landed in this Eden place, I knew we were going to spend great days. The third day of our vacation we decided to go to Playa del Carmen (Xaman Há en Mayan means “water from the north”) We rented a car and we went to this beautiful region with its transparent blue beaches. To my surprise, at this beautiful place there are many French expatriate that gives the area a European air. In this same region Tulum ruins are located. Tulum was a walled Mayan .
As soon as we arrived to the ruins, the guides followed us like flies. My husband tried one that speaks English as a customs agent. I didn’t pay attention to his explanations until he yelled to a pair of kids, accompanied by their dog. The kids were taking out cans from the garbage in order to recycle them and get money for them.
Then I got angry at our guide and told him: “Listen, the kids are helping to recycle the cans. Besides, they need the money”.
“It’s fine, but dogs are not allowed in this place”. For his own good, it will be better for our guide to keep quiet. I said to myself.
We finished our tour in the ruins. It was lunch time and we looked for a good Mexican restaurant. We wanted to keep trying the delicious local food. While we were enjoying the food, I saw again the two kids from the ruins. I got up, went to them and asked them if they were still looking for some more bottles.
“We are looking for food”. Their response moved me.
“’Where are your parents”.
“The are working t the market, Ma’am.” One of them told me.
I immediately gave them some pesos in order to buy some taquitos (little tacos) for them and their loyal dog.
“What your dog’s name?”
“Vagancio.” (Vagar means wander in Spanish). Ah, very good name for a dog. He likes to wander, right?
They didn’t answer me, but the thanked me and left to a nearby taquería with a burst of happiness.
I have never seen in my life such a happy kids, along with the their thankful dog.