The pueblo Izamal is the color of Maize. Mayan ruins dot the neighborhood. The Ya'ache or "Tree of Life" is curiously close to each of them. The Plaque above the door reads, "El Pequeno Eduardo~ Artesanias Hojalateria Ramo". One moment we are walking for our morning coffee, the next is a whirlwind, 91 years wise Eduardo, tin artist off the main street in Izamal, Mexico. He is a spectacular gentleman that is writing a book. I'm sending him photos to use if he chooses. This book will be a quite a gift to the world. When he leaves this earth he will be taking his skills with him. He followed in his father's footsteps, who died at the age of 87, but it ends with him. Eduardo has a kind, wise presence and thankfully he was eager to tell his story which we so appreciated. He lost vision in one eye when he was making a piece and the molten metal splashed. The last photograph is of Eduardo with this creation, a beautiful altar of Our Lady de Guadalupe that he created for himself to display when he passes. The gifts of traveling are the people you meet along the way.
