All day long people have been trying to sell us things. We are incessantly hounded. It is fine when we can get the people to talk about something other than their product. One artist gave us a mini lecture on how competition effects the economy and one boy told us who he wanted to win the Presidential election on June 4th.

On our way to dinner we encountered a boy selling finger puppets of animals that we had met earlier in the day. Two of his amigos also came to try to sell us something. When we had convinced them that we did not want finger puppets, a shoe shine (Laura=sneakers and Cammie=hiking boots), or postcards, we only wanted to eat dinner. They offered to show us a place that was mas barrato (cheap) and so we followed them. On the way we decided to buy them dinner also since that was probably what they were hoping for. We ordered a whole roasted chicken (incredibly good) with fries to share for S./ 28 (around US$9).

So my parents have always made fun of me for not knowing how to eat chicken off the bone very well. I think I did a good job, I was motivated because I knew that the boys would clean their plates and instead of having to think about the starving kids in China, I could look at the hungry kids in front of me and be embarrassed to leave food on my plate.

They were all very polite, but hungry. Luckily we had some left over for them to take to their families/themselves for later. The were 7, 15, 16 years old and went to school during the week from 8-1 and tried to sell things to tourists the rest of the time. It was fun to eat dinner with them.