The Saturday after the baptism, we drove two hours out of Teziutlán to a place called Yohualichan. The ruins there have been nicely restored. The town is tiny. On the way in we were met by the young boy on the left. He chased us for over 3 kilometers down a rough cobblestone road.
He wanted to guard our car for us and be our tour guide. We pulled into town and were met with the other boys. They all wanted to guard the van. We gave them each ten pesos to do that. Nothing was going to happen. Tiny town, somewhere between low and no crime. When we came back from walking around the ruins, these two little guys ran over to the van and leaned on it just to show that the had been guarding it. They got a bonus couple of pesos. The other boys had vanished.
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