We took him to his humble home. His family was wonderful. The mom was teaching one of the daughters how to make hand made tortillas. They are cooked, in this case, on a piece of bended steel over hot coals. Kernels of corn were soaking in a broth to then be mashed and kneaded with lard to make the masa from which tortillas are made. Really delicious. They had a glass cage full of baby chicks. After a few months, when they are big they will be used to make the broth and also baked, roasted, grilled, stewed, and many other varieties of excellent chicken dishes. The house was spotless. The cooking area has a shade and the dirt below is shiny and hard. Very clean, actually. I would eat there, no problem. We gave them a Book of Mormon and talked with them about what it was, that it is the history of the people who lived anciently in the general area. We can't proselyte in San Lorenzo; we can't invite them to listen to the missionaries. It is way too far from a church center, from priesthood support. But, someday as the Church spreads outward from the centers . . .