The air was filled with mouth-watering smells. Food stands offered spicy tamales, beef broiled over charcoal and served in strips, churros dusted with sugar, and treats from north of the border such as popcorn or cotton candy. I considered stopping to buy something to eat to satisfy my growing hunger, but didn’t want to be left behind. Rafael’s attention was totally focused on Teresa—it was doubtful that he’d notice my absence.