The Stinky Girl Travels

We spent all morning painting posters and preparing flyers for the march at la casa de Doña Nancy.  At 3:00pm, we met in Parque Sutiaba,  gathered under the shade of a large, leafy mango tree. The stilt walkers in their fluorescent outfits and capes, a boy juggling pins, the dance group dressed in flowy traditional skirts of blue and white,  all the kids and their families from our project, everyone standing around and waiting in anticipation for the march to begin.  Then Felix arrives and begins to lead the group in a few exercises to kickstart our energy and excitement. We formed a circle and twirled strips of colorful crêpe paper like the ribbons that circus performers use, dancing to the beat of drums. Everyone was shy at first, giggling and half-heartedly twirling the ribbon.  Then all of a sudden, a drunk man stumbles into the center of the circle, dancing with such gusto that everyone begins to laugh hysterically.  We passed out the posters that were...