Displaced

Each Saturday I volunteer at the Readers Membership Library which has an extensive collection of donated books, mostly English, that is a real treasure for the community. For several weeks I've noticed a group of men wearing distinctive sombreros who occasionally congregate in the small park across from the library. Yesterday I finally asked if I could take their photos, but am not quite clear about the reason for their presence--the language difficulty; remember that I'm not even close to being able fully to understand Spanish. What I have gathered, however, is that these men have been displaced by the building of a dam in their locality (don't know where), and there is an agency near the park that is helping them. I don't know how they've been displaced: homes, community, farmland??-unclear. Plus I don't know how the agency is helping. I do know that they're probably not in a great situation, but despite that, they were cordial to me. This is the Mexican trait that has totally captivated me--the people are unfailingly friendly, patient, and helpful!

Mas Amigos

Mis Amigos

Friendly Mexicans can be found everywhere. While waiting for Jaime (mi esposo, Jim) at the Mazatlan airport, these young soldiers and I had a great chat!