Whenever I see our zone, I think of a woman that we taught in Primavera. One day we visited her after she had been to the beach in Huanchaco, and she was telling us about all of the good-looking gringos that she saw there, “altos, guapos, blancos, con ojos azules.” There are an inordinate number of really tall white kids in our zone. And a lot of them have blue eyes—I’m one of maybe two north Americans who doesn’t have blue eyes. It makes me laugh inside.
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