OUTDOOR SOUTHWEST - Desert Magazine of the Southwest
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ZINACANTECAN CORN VENDOR<br />
chaser, <strong>the</strong> girl affectionately stroked<br />
<strong>the</strong> glossy fea<strong>the</strong>rs on <strong>the</strong> hen's head<br />
and neck, and now and again leaned<br />
down to whisper to <strong>the</strong> bird. What<br />
emergency, what tragic circumstance<br />
or great need, was prompting <strong>the</strong> sale<br />
<strong>of</strong> this fowl, so obviously a family pet?<br />
# * *<br />
CHIAPAS IS A BIT GAYER: Even<br />
<strong>the</strong> people <strong>of</strong> this far south land <strong>of</strong><br />
Chiapas seemed conspicuously different<br />
in character. Everyone was spontaneously<br />
friendly, openly exuberant.<br />
When traveling in Mexico, Mom and<br />
I make it a practice to wave to virtually<br />
everyone we meet or overtake<br />
along <strong>the</strong> highway, whe<strong>the</strong>r afoot or<br />
horseback or only standing beside <strong>the</strong><br />
road. Almost invariably <strong>the</strong> persons<br />
to whom we wave respond to our<br />
little gesture <strong>of</strong> friendliness and seem<br />
pleased by it. But here in Chiapas<br />
we found <strong>the</strong> tables turned. The<br />
natives waved first! Many times, as<br />
we passed along <strong>the</strong> road, we heard<br />
small boys shout happily, "Buenos<br />
dias, senoras!" or even "Buenos dias,<br />
senoritas!" To us old musketeers, <strong>of</strong><br />
74 and 51, it was <strong>the</strong> height <strong>of</strong> flattery<br />
to be called <strong>the</strong> equivalent <strong>of</strong><br />
"miss," and <strong>the</strong> greeting made a<br />
great hit with Mom. Once, as we<br />
passed a roadside group <strong>of</strong> young<br />
men, our ears caught <strong>the</strong> familiar<br />
two-note whistle <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Hollywood<br />
wolf-pack, and one young fellow<br />
threw us a kiss!<br />
IGUANAS FOR SALE OR LEASE:<br />
Soon after lunching at <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong><br />
Taxco, we began winding sharply<br />
downgrade; and right in <strong>the</strong> middle<br />
<strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> steepest pitches three<br />
children dashed out in <strong>the</strong> road, directly<br />
ahead <strong>of</strong> us, in <strong>the</strong> same manner<br />
movie highwaymen dash from<br />
hiding to hold up <strong>the</strong> Deadwood<br />
stage. But, instead <strong>of</strong> brandishing<br />
six shooters, each <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se Guerrero<br />
youngsters was brandishing an iguana!<br />
Leaping out <strong>of</strong> harm's way, <strong>the</strong><br />
three children began pounding down<br />
<strong>the</strong> road beside us, <strong>the</strong> repulsive lizards<br />
cradled in <strong>the</strong>ir arms.<br />
Each iguana was wearing around<br />
its middle sort <strong>of</strong> a leash, or halter.<br />
When I tried to prevail upon <strong>the</strong><br />
children to remove <strong>the</strong>se ropes so<br />
<strong>the</strong> creatures would look more natural,<br />
<strong>the</strong>y refused—shaking <strong>the</strong>ir heads<br />
violently even when I <strong>of</strong>fered five<br />
pesos for a single picture without <strong>the</strong><br />
halter.<br />
Continuing down <strong>the</strong> grade we<br />
were accosted by possibly a dozen<br />
more youngsters, each with haltered<br />
iguanas, <strong>of</strong>fered for sale, lease, or<br />
photographic purposes. After <strong>the</strong> first<br />
experience, however, <strong>the</strong> novelty sort<br />
<strong>of</strong> wore <strong>of</strong>f and we did not stop again.<br />
# • #<br />
AT THE MONTE ALB AN RUINS:<br />
One well-dressed Mexican appeared<br />
to be completely captivated by <strong>the</strong><br />
place. He was alone and obviously<br />
wished to remain so. In our wanderings<br />
over <strong>the</strong> plaza, and around <strong>the</strong><br />
pyramids and terraces facing on it,<br />
we ran across this chap on several<br />
occasions—possibly staring intently at<br />
some huge carved stone, hands locked<br />
behind his back and his entire attention<br />
concentrated on <strong>the</strong> object before<br />
him. Next we would see him<br />
studying some o<strong>the</strong>r part <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ruins,<br />
still lost in his own private world <strong>of</strong><br />
wonder and fascination. He respected<br />
our privacy, we respected his; and in<br />
<strong>the</strong> nearly two hours that <strong>the</strong> three<br />
<strong>of</strong> us were in close association, we<br />
exchanged a total <strong>of</strong> only six words.<br />
This abbreviated conversation took<br />
place when <strong>the</strong> three <strong>of</strong> us unexpectedly<br />
came face to face in an underground<br />
chamber <strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> smaller<br />
pyramids centering <strong>the</strong> plaza.<br />
"£5 mucho grande!" <strong>of</strong>fered Mom,<br />
as an ice-breaker.<br />
For a moment we thought <strong>the</strong><br />
Mexican hadn't heard her, or wasn't<br />
going to answer. Then he shook his<br />
head, slowly and wonderingly.<br />
"Si!" he said, s<strong>of</strong>tly. "Pensar . . .<br />
pensar . . ." (To think ... to think).<br />
MOM AT THE TEMPLE OF QUETZALCOATL, PYRAMIDS OF SAN JUAN TEOTIHUACAN<br />
October, 1961 / <strong>Desert</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong> / 13