Walked into the Unicef Store and had trouble leaving.
My sister told us to gather somewhere and I only remembered the three stores that she had mentioned, all next to each other. I wandered into one and no one was there. I walked back out on the sidewalk and I heard the secret family Brasilian whistle call. My sister gestured me into the Unicef store. Mom and my other sister followed. A wonderful fellow named Walter Duron was there with his wife. They were delivering hundreds of Guatemalan textiles, huipiles and skirts and pants and purses, etc. to... Sign in to see full entry.