A hint of a smile darted across Juanita s face. An hour later the couple s two teens appeared with hands wide open for dinero. While rapidly firing Spanish, Nestor dug in his slacks and forked over some paper pesos. A few minutes later, the teens returned, munching on snacks, handing back the change and exchanging another quick round of Spanish. Suddenly Nestor reached down, lifting a large painted sign and perched it on the desk against the wall.
Kids say restaurant having special dinner.
The sign declared in big black letters on a white background. Grinning, Nestor pointed towards the wooden cubicles holding several hotel room keys. Nestor, Juanita and myself walked a block, seeking out the small restaurant. Tonight, the humble building and its outdoor patio metamorphosed under soft lighting. A candle glowed in a fish-shaped glass bowl gracing each outdoor table.