The town that gave birth to me, Asunción Mita.

This is the town I was born. These are the streets I remember walking. These are the walls I remember living in, visiting, standing next to. This is Asuncion Mita, the place that gave birth to me.




When I was little, it was normal to attend to birthday parties where a Piñata was imperative. I loved them. And I wore a flowy dress each time someone smacked the candy out of it, in hopes (and usually I suceeded) in collecting most of the candies from it.


My grandma's home. Just as I have always remembered it. Beautiful. Cozy. Welcoming, just like them.


You would say "no effing way!" if I told you that I grew up being woken up by roosters, including white ones. Well, here's your proof.


Street dogs are very normal in Guatemala. Yes, they have owners... sort of, but they're not spoiled and can survive pretty much better than humans can, the disclosure lays in the fact that they lack love.


If I was a little girl, I'd beg my mom to get me the Hello Kitty one or the Strawberry Shortcake. Stands like this on sidewalks near the market are also pretty common. Which explains why you see everyone walking on the streets in towns like this...


They fell in love with our cameras, we fell in love with their smiles... and in this case, probably vice-versa :)