The following excerpt is from an August 10, 2010 article published by The New York Times. To read the article in its entirety, please click here.
The sound made by two women’s hands simultaneously patting corn dough into tortillas bears a strong resemblance to the sound of scattered raindrops falling on a bare roof: staccato thwacks that mean a storm – or a meal – is imminent.
Last Friday evening, in a remote town in Guatemala, I was settling into an 8-by-8-foot concrete block bedroom with Jesus posters on the wall when I heard the thwacks. I glanced outside, past the ripe pomegranates hanging from the branches of a nearby tree, and out to the green hills that towered over Lake Atitlán. The sky was clear, and thus I deduced that dinner preparations were underway…
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