Our friend Nachita took off her sandal to show us her blistered foot. She was sitting on the sidewalk up against a building clutching her belongings. Every day this elderly woman walks a long way from her home at the south edge of town to the market where she sells nopales, chopped up cactus. As usual, she held out her arms and chattered away about how glad she was to see us and how little she had sold that day. We were prepared to see her, having brought ointment for her feet and aspirins for the pain she suffers.
Nachita's distinct Indian features and her black and grey braided hair give her a very interesting appearance. Her skin is weathered and lined and she has a permanent frown on her face put there by all the hardships she endures. Nachita proudly says she has Jesus in her heart and I love it when she calls me her little sister.
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