Baltizar

Baltizar. Probably the gruffest, toughest man in Mexico. To the common passer-by, that is. Those thick, leathered hands mixed cement all day long, but I was able to see and experience the fluffy side of Baltizar. He was my host-dad. I like to think I broke down the Baltizarian Wall. He even cracked a smile, not once, but multiple times. In all, I probably understood about 5 complete sentences he ever said to me. Luckily, smiles are trans-national.