Boys on bikes.

There were three of them, young boys on bicycles behind me riding a bit recklessly so I moved out of the way. As they got closer I could hear one of the kids singing a little ditty. I think it was a nonsensical tune that included calling out the names of the nearby pueblos. As they passed by me I heard an English word repeated and I figured they added this for my sake, the gringa.

I was already smiling, getting a kick out of their harmless play when I noticed on the other side of the jardín they were now batting the branches of a tree and stirring up the resting birds. Nature disturbed, locals dining on tacos now watching the commotion, birds flying, oh my. I smiled some more.