Encountered these girls on a mountain path outside Pokhara heading toward Sarangkot. We were dressed in the correct gear for a hike, sturdy boots, thick socks etc. They were barefoot. It really brought home to me how pampered and soft Westerners are. I wouldn't dream of walking a dirt track up a mountain barefoot. They do it everyday. And probably still do. And probably their children now, too.
A chance encounter, strolling through the back streets of an Andalucian town. My first thought was that she must have lived through the Spanish Civil War. I pointed in the direction we were walking and pointing hopefully in the right direction, asked "estación de autobuses?" She must have thought I spoke more Spanish than I actually do because she offered comprehensive directions, accompanied by numerous directional flexions of the hand, of which I understood perhaps 10%. She very graciously let me photograph her and I later added a little Photoshop dating treatment. After we thanked her and walked away my wife said "bet she was a babe when she was younger." She still is, or sadly, most likely was. All things must pass.