This was our last official paint- out day for our plein air tour to Guatemala. We each selected our favorite location.
I chose a cupula at San Francisco. We went through the museum and learned about Brother Pedro.
My tripod went up quickly to catch the right light. My little friend, the oblea vendor, came up to say hello. He looked so cute and handsome in his Oxford school uniform shirt. He carried his obleas (a very thin circular crust that tastes like waffle cones) in a head basket. He said he makes them himself and shared the ingredients with me. He is probably in fourth grade.
Several people came by to admire my work and to say hello to their fray, who had been out of town. He was sitting behind me waiting for the children’s procession.
The old vendors we met earlier in the week came by to see our work too. I was begin ing to feel connected with the community. We were all happy with our painting at the end of the day and enjoyed a late dinner.