Arriving at the Xochimilco canals was like seeing an explosion of Skittle colors — a rainbow piñata of boats. Rows and rows of trajineras (gondolas) waiting for hundred of passengers which would no doubt be arriving shortly.
I walked into the back room of the coffee shop with butterflies in my stomach and a knot in my throat. How I would make it through this afternoon without completely breaking down was beyond me. Four of the sweetest children sat at one side of the table, and their mothers lined the other.