The Milkman

I saw this curiously fabulous bike contraption every morning on my walk to school. I finally asked its owner what the containers housed. His answer: "Leche vaca."

Each morning, thereafter, he greeted me with a, "Buenas dias, Senorita."

Cow's milk must be somewhat of a delicacy, since it was never a drink option during our 2-week stay.

(If I drank milk and lived in Xela, I'd totally buy from him!)