A grandmother pushed my money away and handed me another pupusa

I was alone at Palmarcito beach at lunchtime with no food when a family under a thatched roof waved me over and gave me a plate of pupusas with curtido. I tried to give them money, but the grandmother pushed my hand away and gave me another one. They asked about my country for an hour. Their questions were precise. How many hours to the airport. What is the soup like. Do you miss it. I said, yes. I think about their table whenever I eat alone. I eat alone less now.