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Pie for College

So, OK, this is a fairly odd title for a blogpost, at least for one coming from me, but to anyone who has spent more than a day or two in Guanajuato, you'll know exactly what, and whom, I am talking about.

Walk anywhere between the Jardin de La Unión and the Museo Iconográfico del Quijote anytime between the hours of 10AM and 8PM, and chances are better than good that you will run into this girl:



Her name is Anna, and the minute she speaks, you know she is American girl, if only in upbringing. She is from Houston (though other foreign students in town claim that she said she is from New Orleans - hmm) and is now in Guanajuato studying at the university. She is selling pies that she makes herself to help pay for her school and life costs. As to why she is in Guanajuato and no longer in Houston (or New Orleans, depending on which is right), I never asked, figuring that she'd tell me if she wanted to share that info, and since that information is not necessary for the purchase or consumption of pies, I was never in any rush to press the point.

She sells each slice for 30 pesos, and she always seems to have change, forks, and bags at the ready. The pies themselves are pretty good, all of the cheesecake-ish variety with an additional flavoring, such as strawberry, coffee, mango, or coconut, my personal fave.









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