Pizza Anyone?

Walking back from the Nature Reserve, I came across a young boy and girl carrying a pizza box. They stopped and turned towards me saying, “Pizza?” with a big smile. I acted hesitantly as they quickly opened up the box.  They had a small blanket covering the top part and they lifted the blanket.  There were slices individually wrapped in saran-cheese with a slice of ham on top. They did not look so bad.  He said he would give me a slice for 5 Quetzal because I am a nice lady.  Everyone else pays 7 Quetzal. 

I was very happy to see that they had pizza in the box and not something else….

I knew I could never eat a slice so I bought one for mi amigo, Nicholas, at my hotel.  I decided that if there was something I wanted to buy from kids and I didn’t want to eat it(most things), I would give it to my hardworking, little friend. 

With the price of 5, I had to ask about their daily routine and profit.  They said the business is good, but they don’t make much profit.  I praised them for their good, business idea and told them to keep up the great work.  As incentive, I gave them 5 quetzals, which is about 75 cents US.

I remember in India when I used to give the street kids $1, they would put their hand out for more.

You may wonder, what did these kids do?

They smiled big saying, “Muchas gracias” and the girl was waiving the 5 quetzal in the air.  She held it crisply in her hand and she moved her hands back and forth with joy.  Oh these Guatemalan kids can be so cute.  Keep up the pizza delivery kids! 

      Pris stamp of approval!