The children tend to stick with visitors in hopes that out of the goodness of their hearts they will fork over a Cordoba or two...I was warned before hand to watch out for these beautiful sneaky devils... they could charm the skin off a snake. Well even though I explain in very broken Spanish that I had no money, one little boy still followed me around... telling me things about the fumaroles..."Very Hot." "Rub on Mosquito bite" Then he would take his finger slide it across the top of he warm mud and smear it across my fore arm. "Good for Mosquito bite". He walked the perimeter with me. I tried to ask him questions in a cocktail of the languages I know. Part English, Part Italian, and 1/4 Spanish. He would answer best he could. As we walk back up the steps back towards the village, from a hilltop the other children who had given up on trying to get money from us yelled down, "You stole her from me!" When our translator told me what they had said I gave my little friend a very big dramatic hug so that the others could see.... He blushed and ran off.
As I make my way to the truck, I beckoned the boy over to the door and Shhhhh him into secrecy and motioned to put the coin I gave him into his pocket immediately again I SHHHHHH him. He takes the coin and he does as instructed, says thank you in perfect English and walks away. Not two seconds after doing this I hear from the other side of the truck, "Hello?" A little girl had noticed what transaction had just taken place and she was going in for the kill.... I quickly closed the truck doors, locking myself, Rick, and Micheal inside...so not to be swarmed by the little devils.... Maybe you had to be there to think this story is funny, or even the slightest bit entertaining......its one of my favorite memories from Nica.
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