Cuentos De Campo By Juanita PDF Download

A magical story of a Guatemalan girl named Juanita, who loved cooking crunchy maize tortillas and counting stars every night. For a long time, Guatemala has had an important place in my heart. My son has raised a beautiful family there, and I believe that when you love the places you visit, the land gives back that love in the form of unforgettable experiences. Mayan temples, majestic volcanoes, most of them active, with the heat throbbing inside them, contrast with the lush green of the tropical forests. Rivers and lakes meander through the mountains, ending in breathtaking waterfalls, which naturally sustain the extensive coffee and corn crops. Corn is the daily bread of Guatemala and the main food for the entire indigenous population throughout the year. Many varieties are grown, and they all are of different colors. The local women make delicious white, yellow, black, and red corn tortillas. The inhabitants of this beautiful country are kind and loving. I met Juanita one sunny morning. That day, Lake Atitlán woke up slowly, and we quietly sailed away, visiting the small villages that surround the lake. When we arrived in Santa Catarina Palopó, a pretty seven-year-old girl with jet-black hair and a gummy smile-she was missing two of her baby teeth-was sitting on the pier, wearing a beautiful huipil embroidered in blue tones. She looked like a little Mayan princess sitting on a wooden throne. The huipil is a square piece of cloth with a hole in the center. Guatemalan women and girls wear it as a blouse, and in each region they weave them in different colors. Juanita sold woven cotton bracelets. She did it to help her mother, who sat on the floor weaving a few meters away from her, while she rocked to sleep a tiny baby that she was carrying on her back. Back in Spain, with a head full of memories, the words began to take shape on paper, until Juanita came to form a part of this little tale. --Lola Walder