Photo: Jacinta Aguilar Borques walks her goats to drink at the river in La Barra. This land is raw and lush, and many residents fish and tend crops.
She should be getting back to the cornmeal left unattended in the kitchen. These muddy river banks, cloaked by banana trees and a half-hour walk from the house, are no place for a young girl after dark.
But the woman who brought her to bathe is insistent.
More than an hour passes as night settles on the coastal village in southern Mexico. Earth-worn men walk through fields of peanut and corn to primitive homes where children orbit barefoot in the dirt around their mothers. Sea turtles nest in the nearby beach, and hawks make final surveys inland.