Each night the zocolo fills with Rastafarians and trustafarians alike, trance dancing under a sky filled with fireworks.
I’ve never seen so much Che merch – but it’s alongside indigenous women selling stalks of fresh Swiss chard, bundles of fragrant fat lighter and bunches of cilantro and strawberries. This is a farm-to-fighter movement and we devour its intensity.
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