The school kids with their fresh happy faces, looking so healthy and energetic
The fathers who watch over everyone in their family
The mothers who quietly go about their work, usually with a child close to them
The farmers in the fields, or out selling their wares
The older brother or sister walking with a youngster, holding a cloth over the little one's head to protect him from the sun.
I have images of all these in my mind if not on my camera. Most likely not on my camera since I respect the people too much to be sticking a camera in their faces without permission, as tempted as I am to do so.
But the very young, the babies held close to their mothers, peeking out at the world with their round beautiful faces and bright clear eyes...oh how I love to see them!
And the very old, bent over, often barefoot, trudging up the hill carrying a load of some kind or pushing a cart.
Once there was a tiny, wrinkled old woman who must have been 80, with a strap around her forehead that held a huge bag of firewood, all of which had to weigh much more than she did.
The very young and the very old of the Mayans are among the most beautiful people I have ever seen.