Peggy had asked if I always carried notebooks and pens when I traveled? Well I wanted to bring something. I had suggested to Carol that I look for sneakers or something, but she said to be careful, they are a proud people and don't look on themselves as being poor. So I started buying a few notebooks and packets of pens at a time. The school for the deaf seemed a perfect place to donate them. But I've found the way to the hearts of Mexican parents - be good to their children. This is the family who has the campground. Luis, Juanita, Juan Luis and Damaris. I took this photo and printed a large one and smaller ones of the kids. They couldn't have been happier. They took them down to show the Grandmother.
Then when I was putting away the Christmas decorations I found two kites that I had been carrying around forever and gave them to the kids. You would have thought it was Christmas all over again. They played with them most of the afternoon, then when it was dark, Damaris, about 5 years old, was sitting on her step hugging her kite. Then at 6.30am the little buggers woke me before the sun was fully up flying them again. Let no good deed go unpunished. So if we come back, which we very well may, I would stock up on inexpensive toys like that. So muuch pleasure at very little cost. On edit. Mexican children don't get the piles of gifts that our spoiled brats do. I think the BB gun and the princess dress was all they got and they were delighted with them.