I must have been developing some sort of sixth sense myself, because just at that moment my eyes were drawn to one of the vendors who was climbing the steps between the rows of seats, hawking pepitas —roasted squash and melon seeds, flavored with salt and chili powder—and cold cervezas . As the wiry teenager reached our row of seats, he met my eye and called out his wares: " Pepitas! Cerveza frla! Chiclets!"