The Zapotec villagers treated us to a great traditional meal under a tarp strung between a truck and two poles. It was grilled trout served with beans tortillas and sauces. Delicious, if you can get over the fish eyes staring at you. And delicious, if you can get over the fact that four families pitched in a sizeable chunk of their meager incomes to provide us the lavish spread.
Analiz, Brad and I felt our hearts sink when Dexton spoke of the sacrifice they'd made to host us. They sank lower when our hosts didn't eat, devoting all of their resources to us. While he shared that its is typical of the Zapotecos to offer genuine hospitality to their guests, we all talked about our feelings of remorse for eating the meal. It soured an otherwise fine meal. The only thing that made us feel better is the hope we could come back one day to repay the favor.
15 December 2007
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