By Susana Gutierrez June comes to La Paz and our mental chip changes completely. We remove the coats from the bottom of the closet, dust off the scarves and desperately look for the side of the sidewalk where the sun gives to walk in a bit of heat. It’s a universal truth, winter in our city sits in the bones. But along with the cold, there comes also a dangerous myth that repeats year after year in the bells of many pecans: “As it’s getting cold…
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By Susana Gutierrez June comes to La Paz and our mental chip changes completely. We remove the coats from the bottom of the closet, dust off the scarves and desperately look for the side of the sidewalk where the sun gives to walk in a bit of heat. It’s a universal truth, winter in our city sits in the bones. But along with the cold, there comes also a dangerous myth that repeats year after year in the bells of many pecans: “As it’s getting cold…