I’m sitting in the back of a pick-up truck with three Maya women and, although it’s so hot Mexico’s Yucatán jungle appears to be steaming, that isn’t the reason I’m blushing. They are telling some of the dirtiest jokes I’ve ever heard …and because I’m a fledgling Spanish speaker, they’re illustrating them with the help of the heritage vegetables piled under and around us.
The women are on their daily commute from the petite pueblo (village) of Espita to Mestiza
