by Patricia Ferrer
This is how God made me.
~Sergio Arturo Castro Martinez, 1941 –
“He’s a big man with a cowboy hat and vest. Be at the museo at 6 o’clock and tell him you would like to work with him,” said Nadia, the ‘maestra y la duena’ of La Casa en El Arbol language school.
It was a chilly November day in the enchanting city of San Cristóbal de Las Casas and when the “big man” opened the museo door, I entered a world that extended into the back doors of Maya descendants who continue to thrive in this part of the Americas. After brief introductions he told me to meet him at 9 a.m. the following day to work with him on a project with no end in sight.