Submitted by KeyWestPirate on Mon, 2014/05/12 - 20:17.
was in a bag carried by a woman I picked up on the way back from the farm this afternoon. I don't pay much attention, they are all carrying a bag or bucket, and usually accompanied by a young child or two. They are grateful for the chance to get out of the heat and dust, and rest their feet. Travel in the campo is still very much by foot for many.
This bag was different, it squealed and grunted. I asked her if she was selling it, offered to buy it for the going price C$ 700, pulled my wallet out, reached the money back, and said "Trato!"