It was a summer day in 1481 in the main square of Trujillo. The golden rays of the sun gently glide across the monumental plaza of this town with a historic soul, like a warm caress that awakens every corner. There, in the shade of the porticos, a group of youngsters scampered about, dodging the columns of the arcades and the mud-filled puddles, trying not to get splashed by the pounding of their footsteps.