A new friend

I made a friend! I was feeling much better yesterday so I decided to go sit in el centro after class, on the stone steps in front of the basketball courts. As I was sitting there reading my book, Cynthia, my new friend, approached me and asked me why I was wearing such ugly sandals (not in those words, of course, but I'm quickly learning how to translate the Guatemalan tendency towards indirectness). She asked me about the book I was reading and told me a little bit about her family. I gave her some of my Gatorade (or Gator, here).
...Cynthia is four years old. My only friend is a four-year-old.
Teenagers (younger ones especially) laugh at me in the streets--I don't really take offense to it but it is a bit strange to be so clearly funny-looking. Adults generally avoid me unless they're relatives of my host family (which luckily is quite likely in this town). Only four-year-olds have the curiosity plus the lack of inhibition to approach the gringa with the weird sandals. But hey, poco a poco...