There I was, minding my own business, having a cup of great coffee and a small serving of flan. I was working on my blog. I had found this little cafe that served really good coffee and pastries and it was quiet and didn’t cost too much. I had been going there because the place where I was staying served some great tea but some really bad coffee and the breakfast was, at best, poor. I have found that there is no “ultimate accommodation” and, at the price I was paying, $11.70 a day, I couldn’t expect too much. So I’d slip away for coffee and pastries or I’d pick up a breakfast tamale on the way to the coffee shop. So what is this picture all about? It’s about gigglers, which is what I call younger people who giggle a lot and these girls qualified. First they asked me if I could take a picture of them. I said sure, not knowing that every one of them had a camera and each one of them wanted three or four poses. In the end I must have taken twenty or thirty pictures. What a nice guy. But, that doesn’t mean that I appreciated them. One thing I’ve learned about getting older is that I appreciate loud and obnoxious gigglers less and less. I’m just g;ad I wasn’t like that when I was their age. Or was I?