They laughed with a glee that only the blissfully inebriated can aspire to. Their humor was infectious and I had to smile. Yes, there was a party. I had no reason to doubt them. A footpath in Panajachel.
T ake good care of that fine, young boy.
One of them said. I had every intention of doing just that. They floundered on, giggling at the absurdity of these two foreigners. T here wasn't a trace of malice in their humor, quite the contrary, but for a minute or two I felt like the American lady who, after a trip to Paris, was asked if she liked France. O n occasion I am succinctly reminded that I'm the outsider here.