These photos of women I have encountered in Mexico are but a few of the images that fill my mind's eye. I remember us passing Mayan women carrying huge loads of firewood along the mountain roads in Chiapas, shapely young executives toting briefcases down the crowded hallways of the Mexico City airport, the teenager in the small tortilla store pulling hot tortillas off the machine and laughingly waving away my pesos when I only ordered half-a-dozen, the university girls with numerous piercings and low-slung tight pants stridding down the streets of Guanajuato, the tiny elderly street vendor in Puerto Escondido who carried a pile of wrapped hammocks on her head, the enterprising jeweler at her art opening in San Miguel fashioning extravagent necklaces for the gringa women to buy, a mother with children praying in front of the Mexico City bus station altar to the Virgin of Guadalupe, a mother in mini-skirt driving a motor scooter with her grinning grade school age daughter in school uniform hanging on the back, the gal on the corner selling fresh fruit and green mangoes carved like flowers, the very young girls begging me to buy their woven braclettes on the central Jardin in San Cristobal, the preteens giggling at the boys during a long church service in Amatenango while their mothers solemnly arrange flowers on the altar....
-ASG
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