I rounded a corner of Mercado 23, the Cancun market used by locals to buy any and everything; it’s an intriguing place filled with stalls of foods, clothing, decorations for Christmas, herbs and spices; sitting there playing his drum and singing was this man who is blind. I went up to him to put a few coins in his bowl, and also let him know that I had taken his picture. The man almost jumped out of his skin, and said “NO”. Already guilty thoughts were going through my mind, kicking myself for having taken photos of this person who was unaware of my doing it because he could not see. I mustered up my courage and asked him why he seemed so frightened, and told him I could erase the photos if he’d rather (at this point I was a little frightened myself). The man told me he was afraid I would put a spell on him, or steal his soul, and he was very serious about this. Everything in me wanted to just say I was sorry, and run, but for some reason I decided to stay and talk to him. I assured him that the photos were for my blog, for good people to see, and explained that no spells would be placed on him. We talked for a while, discussing this blog and what it was about, who I was, and who he was; within five minutes this gentleman relaxed and said the photos were ok to use. He continued to play his plaintive drum beat and sing a song of words that I did not understand.
This is what travel is all about, those chance encounters with people you will never see again, but who you will remember for a long time.