EL PAAAAANNNNN!!!!!

 During our evening stroll, the quiet hum of twilight was suddenly broken by the screech of tires— a white van skidded to a halt right in front of us. It scared the heck out of me! Before we could react, neighbors emerged from their homes, smiling and lining up From the driver's seat stepped Luis, his voice booming through the dusky air: “¡El pan!”

Like a pied piper of pastries, he flung open the back doors of his van to reveal containers of warm, freshly baked sweet breads glistening with sugar, begging to be devoured. The smell was irresistible!
There was no way we were walking past without indulging in the sugary treasures. And honestly, why would we? It was the best 160 pesos we spent all day!

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