Monday, December 24, 2012

Christmas is a beach




So, for the past 3 or 4 days we have been staying on one of the islands of Bocas del Torro. They are amazing little islands in the Caribbean, off the coast of Panama. We are volunteering at a place called Palmar Tent Lodge. Basically, we help out a little around the lodge (mostly help with bar tending) then we get a free place to stay on the beach for two weeks...not a bad way to live...unfortunately, it has been incredibly rainy. So far, only one day of sun, which I am not in love with, but it is really beautiful...very jungley, then suddenly beautiful beach. The lodge is completely off the grid...ran off of solar power, everything is rain water fed, including the drinking water, and there is composting and the beginnings of some little gardens. Without the rain, this place would be perfect.

You have to take a boat to get to the island, and we took a very rainy boat ride over. We were completely soaked when we got here, as were all of our things...my computer got a little waterlogged, but it has seemed to survive! Everything has a bit of a damp feel to it, but I am sure we will survive.

The lodge doesn't have internet, so we have to hike to another hostel in order to access internet, so, sometime when I take more time, I'll update on our adventure getting here..and it was an adventure indeed!

In the mean time, I'll leave you with this image, where I will be spending as much time as possible:




Happy Holidays!!

Monday, December 17, 2012

A Reflection and Challenge for Change

While Erin and I continue our travels through Central America, we have traveled the past few days with a very heavy heart, after hearing about the horrible tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut, and as one local news paper here headlined: "Horror in Estados Unidos".

During this time of tragedy and anguish, it is not a time to push political agendas. This is a time to celebrate the lives of 20 babies whose bright smiles were taken too soon, of 6 teachers who, each day, fearlessly lead our nations youth, and to remember one mother, who is likely heartbroken in heaven.

While people are praying for the families of these children and teachers, I think it is important to remember that the perpetrator in this horrible event also has a family who loved him, who has now lost two people whom they loved.  May these people not be forgotten in prayers, as they too need support and strength in the coming days.

During the recent days, like many, this event has been heavy on my mind, and I began thinking about what can be done to prevent things like this, and I clearly do not have answers, but I do have some ideas:

Restoring the morality of our nation is not something that can be accomplished by simply changing a policy, nor should it be the responsibility of our politicians.  Restoring the morality of our nation has to start with the people, which each of us.  We have to start treating each other better. We can't continue foster a culture where it is okay to treat people poorly because they are different. We cannot continue to bully and oppress people. At some point, these people will snap, as has been shown time and time again.

We cannot continue to shun people with mental illness, or treat them as "others" in society, and make them feel ashamed for seeking help, and we cannot treat them poorly when they are seeking help. When a person is seeking cancer treatment, they and their families do not typically try to hide this from their friends, and when they spend time in the hospital they are not confined to their rooms or within the walls of the hospital. Like any other threat to our health, we must promptly address threats to our mental well being as if it were any other type of health issue.

We can't continue to walk on the other side of the street when we see people who are visibly mentally ill, or talk about mental illness as if it is not something that does not have some kind of affect on all of us. I can't name a person I know who has not been affected by some kind of mental illness, whether it be a family member, a friend or a coworker. Maybe, rather than ignoring the people we think are "crazy" or teasing them because they are "different" we should talk to them like someone who is suffering from cancer. Ask them how they are doing, ask them if there is anything they need, befriend them, maybe even buy them flowers. Treat them like a human being, who needs love, and knows how to love.

Also, I think we can change the way we talk about people experiencing mental health crises.  For many years, advocates have been trying to eradicate the use of the word "retard" because it is offensive, degrading, and oppressing. Maybe we need to start doing the same with words such as "crazy," "nut job," "loon," and the list goes on. Nobody wants to be any of those things, the butt of so many jokes, thus making it hard to admit when we or someone we know may be experiencing a mental health crisis, let alone try to seek help for this.

Clearly, many changes need to be made, and I don't have all, and probably not any, of the answers. But, in the mean time, while grieving the loss of these little children, and reflecting on the heroic actions of so many children, I will make it my personal goal to treat people better, to remove words from my vocabulary that are hurtful to others, and to make sure that that people around me have the love and support they need, regardless of what their circumstances may be. I would challenge everyone to make this their goal, and maybe these small acts of caring and kindness will reflect a change in the attitude, moral and love of the people within our families, communities and country.

May we never forget the lives of 20 beautiful children, 6 selfless and loving teachers and 1 caring mother. May your lives create a legacy of change within each of us.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

and now...

After leaving Roatan, and having a quite pleasant ride back to the mainland, we took a bus to San Pedro Sula, where we spent a last night with Erin's parents before hopping on a bus to Tegusigalpa, with the hopes of getting a bus to Nicuragua the following morning.

We arrived in Tegus and got a cab to a friends house, who showed us a great night in Tegus.  Apparently Tegus is one of the most dangerous cities in the world, but I think it gets a bad reputation.  Our host, Meli, took us to a fantastic part of time, where we ate great food, listened to a live local band, and played "spot the hipster"...it was a lot like being in Portland.

On Friday morning we took a cab to the bus depot, to find that the bus to Nicaragua was sold out.  We did, however, get a ticket bought for Saturday morning, and spent the rest of the day holed up in a very secure hotel room, and caught a bus to Nicaragua on Saturday morning.

Saturday morning we caught the bus to Managua, Nicaragua.  However, after going through customs, we found that each of us only has only a couple of days left on our visas in this region of Central America...adding a day to our trip here..luckily, Managua is a pretty great city, so it's not a horrible place to hang out.

so, we will be visiting the immigration office early tomorrow morning in the hopes of extending our visas...wish us luck!

Plus, we found a great B&B, where I might also get a lift and a tuck as well, as it seems to be attached to a plastic surgery recovery resort...i'm gonna be a new woman when I return home!

Roatan

Finally, for the last week of Erin's family's stay, we took the ferry ride to Roatan...it was HOT when we left La Ceiba.  The ride from La Ceiba to the island was possibly the most barfy ride I have ever seen...luckily, I had taken dramamine, but several other people did not...Erin and I finally played a friendly game of spot the puker...it really was delightful...

As we approached the island, we began getting pelted with rain, but it stopped just as we got to the island, and didn't rain again until the day we left...it was wonderful!

As soon as we arrived, we hopped in the pickup with our hired driver and headed to our vacation house...again, Erin and I were in the back of the truck...Erin's head ran into a large palm leaf before we were out of the drive of the ferry terminal...it was hilarious...I saw it coming, but all I could say was "EEEHHHHH!!"....I knew this would be a fantastic vacation...

Our vacation rental was about 100 feet or less from the beach.  The waves broke about 100 yards from the beach, at the reef, where there was great snorkeling...It was perfect.

the view from the beach

we also got to enjoy absolutely beautiful sunsets from the dock every single night...

a really horrible life...

like really really really horrible....

Everyone enjoyed the dock absolutely every day, for many many hours...it was the most perfect place in the world to hang out...oh, and one night, just after the sun went down, a huge Eagle Ray came swimming by right in front of the deck..it was AWESOME

being picturesque....ish
i had to wrap myself in the hammock so Erin wouldn't dump me out into the ocean...
Also, while in Roatan, we got our Advanced Dive Certification...basically, this just means we can dive to a deeper depth, and it was BEAUTIFUL.  We did 5 dives, each of them along the reefs off the coast of Roatan.  Again, like in Utila, the water was warm and clear. However, in Roatan, everything seemed bigger. The reef and ocean plants and fish were even bigger! We saw several REALLY BIG green eels, and even a couple of pretty big sea horses...I wish I had an underwater camera, but I really don't think the photos would do it justice....We also did a wreck dive, where we got to see both a sunken ship and an airplane.  Apparently these two wrecks had been sunken on purpose, but they were still very cool, but also kind of creepy.  Thanks to my mom, I was able to extend my training--a fantastic gift from home!

I really did go dive...and didn't even get eaten by the eels or sharks!..just kidding, there were no sharks...


One must be very tough, like us, in order to be a successful diver...
While the diving in Roatan was amazing, as was the place we stayed, I don't think Roatan is a place I will return to, unless it is for a family vacation of some kind.  It's a bit too touristy, and not very Honduran.  There are huge expensive houses, owned by Gringos, and restaurants that cater totally toward the tourists and cruise ships.  I was disappointed in the lack of local Honduran culinary affair, and the high American prices, making the restaurants and accommodation out of the question for the majority of native Hondurans. If I go to the islands again, I'll definitely return to Utila.

Pico Bonito

After spending 5 days in Copan Ruinas, we spent a day on the bus and traveled to La Ceiba, which is on the coast.  From there, we went to a beautiful national park called Pico Bonito, about 20 or 30 minutes outside of the city.  We got picked up in a truck that had enough room for only 3-4 passengers...Erin and I had to ride in the back of the truck, which I love, but we look ridiculous I am sure, and I think Erin's parents probably peed in their pants at least twice during the drive..but really, in Honduras on most roads, riding in back of the truck is a way more comfortable ride than bouncing around in the back seat.

We arrived at our little house among fancy villas late in the evening..this house was much different than the one we stayed in while in Copan...it was small and stuffy, but we survived...my favorite part, however, was when Molly was practicing her Spanish, and was telling us about her yellow towel, only then to notice the pieces of rat poop on the towel...not a strong start to the visit, but it went up hill from there...

Unfortunately the weather wasn't fantastic..aka, lots of cloud and rain, but this did not stop us from spending the day lounging around the infinity pool and enjoying the beautiful scenery...from the view of our loung chairs we could see an amazing waterfall in the middle of the mountain, and on several occasions we saw a pair of wild tucans flying from tree to tree.

Lucy, our watch dog--she is quite vicious!

The beautiful infinity pool looking into the river
me, enjoying the infinity pool...in the rain! actually, I was trying to kill my bug bites


TURTLES!!

the waterfall

oh! my pretty toes!


Had the weather been better we would have hiked to the waterfall...apparently in good weather you often see monkeys and other wild birds, such as parrots and the like...I think we will try to visit this place again after the rainy season.

Copan Ruinas

So, I really suck at blogging, as I'm sure all of my loyal followers have noticed...but i've been on vacation, and one finds it difficult to balance blogging, beverages, and laying in hammocks in the sun..i'm sure you will forgive me....

In the mean time, while you process your feelings of forgiveness, I will take a little time to fill you in on my life over the past couple of weeks...

After a lovely few days at the brewery in Honduras, Erin and I caught a bus to San Pedro Sula, where we picked up her parents and their friend, Molly. After meeting them at the airport, we took the fancy bus to Copan Ruinas.  Oh, and by "fancy bus" I mean A/C, a snack of chips and a soda, and a toilet (only meant for #1)....Upon arrival in Copan Ruinas, we took a Tuk Tuk to our lovely apartment for the next 4 days...if you are not traveling on too tight a budget, and have a few people to stay with, I would highly recommend staying at La Casa de Cafe...it was a wonderful place to stay, had a fantastic kitchen and porch, and the breakfast each day came with possibly some of the best fresh fruit I have ever had...it was truly delightful, and I was sad to leave.

While in Copan Ruinas (this was my 2nd time there, if you recall), my love for the little town was renewed. It has cobblestone streets, great places to eat, and a variety of tiendas for all of your shopping needs...this is definitely a town I could spend a significant amount of time in.

While in Copan, we also visited the Ruinas, which really were quite impressive. We had a tour guide who gave us an extra long tour, and was quite knowledgeable about the ruins and the Maya culture...at the beginning of the tour, he informed us that he speaks the Maya language, his parents were Chorti (the indigenous people of that area of Honduras), and that people often like to take photos of him because he looks so much like the native Mayans...I think he just likes to have his picture taken...but, enough about the history, let's get to the photos:

our fearless guide, "Lord Friendly Bat" (i wish you could see his epic outtie belly button..it was really distracting)


the main site of the ruins..it really is quite amazing

A statue dedicated to one of the Mayan Kings

Que Pensive!

Pensive again..but without whispey hair...aka, I grew bored of Lord Friendly Bat's tour

One of the Mayan Statues, also dedicated to one of the Kings

Also, Senor Lord Friendly Bat (pronounced with a Honduran accent as "Lord Friendly Butt") informed us that the world was not in fact ending on 12-12-12, but that this was merely a new circle of time that would begin...I guess I will have to stop charging everything to my credit card and stop living lavishly...apparently i'm gonna have to pay it back now..I was really banking on the world ending...

Also, while in Copan we ate at a fantastic Comedor, where a Honduran woman made us fried tacos and baleadas right out of her kitchen...to date, this is one of my favorite meals in Honduras...

I really did do vacation while in Honduras, like seriously...I slept, read, ate, and did happy hour..and it was delightful!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

remember...

when I said the wheel had literally fallen off the truck...

please note the stick...it was really a huge help

I wasn't lying...

Vacation

I am currently on vacation..and I mean, I am REALLY vacationing...as in it takes a lot of work and energy to even get a blog posted...

Last week Erin and I kicked off our vacation by spending 4 nights at D&D Brewery, which is located near Lago de Yajoa, a really big lake in Honduras.  It was a super relaxing beginning to vacation. It was rainy and cold, so we mostly drank good beer, bailey's and hot cocoa, and relaxed and read our books.  This is one of only 2 breweries in Honduras, and it was delightful to have enjoy a few tasty microbrews.

On the first day, Erin and I went and walked around a coffee plantation.  The coffee plants weren't overly impressive, but the rest of the property was beautiful.  I'm not sure where the pictures are from the right now....sorry.

The second day (and only sunny day) we went to a really amazing waterfall. You can pay a guide to take you behind the waterfall, but it wasn't quite warm enough for that. I have talked to people who have done this before, and they said that it was amazing, but incredibly scary, and would be illegal to do in the US..I think I'll do it when it is warmer outside...

the view from above the waterfall
it really was spectacular...one of the most beautiful waterfalls I have ever seen.
absolutely incredible
even dancing glove enjoyed the view...
On our last day, we decided that it would be cute and quaint to row around the lake and find a nice place to row up to to eat dinner. So, we set out to find out to rent our paddles....

confidence was not instilled when this is where we picked up our paddles....
and then we walked to the canal to pick out a boat...

we were told boat number 11 was underwater...as were boats 2-9,
and 12-18
luckily boat number 19 was NOT underwater
So we started out paddling...

and by "we" I mean Erin...she claimed to be experienced in boating..so she rowed first
 So we began rowing...and then realized we did not actually know which way the was, as we were merely in the canal...luckily a helpful Honduran came speeding by in his row-boat and confirmed we were indeed going the right direction (after we had already turned back once)...

and then the boat began taking on water....
So Erin decided that the solution was to paddle very fast, and very intensely

Erin channeling her inner Tanya...and a new workout series was created, called "intensity"
And so we went about our way down the canal for a few more yards, and it was decided that I should give it a try...

I successfully turned us in the opposite direction we wanted to go,
and paddled us directly into the shore...
 And then a light rain began....

and I decided that more progress could be made paddling as if the boat were a canoe...this was decidedly the best technique 
and then we gave up and went out for pizza and beer, and then went and got mani/pedis with a bottle of wine instead...

Sometimes, vacation is hard work....

Monday, November 26, 2012

Thanksgiving

Originally, for Thanksgiving, I was planning on going to Santa Lucia (where Erin lives) and helping the cooks in the kitchen make a Thanksgiving dinner for all of the gringos who live at the clinic.  Then, a couple of weeks ago, after previously being told that the bilingual school would be closes for Thanksgiving, was told that there would indeed be school, and that the kids would be celebrating Thanksgiving.  BUT....none of the Honduran's knew what to cook or how to cook for Thanksgiving...so, naturally Jami (who also works for the school) and I were nominated to make Thanksgiving for the kids...and nothing was discussed about how to get the food for the event, or what would be made...but it was discussed in detail who would bring the tamales...the most traditional and most important dish of thanksgiving...

The making of the feast quickly went from 27 small children plus a few adults to 55 people total...and still no plan as to how to get food.  Living in the Frontera of Honduras, getting anything is a task.  It takes 4 hours (minimum) to get to the nearest grocery store...luckily Jami took a trip to La Esperanza and got all of the items needed.

While Jami was away gathering groceries, I took the bus trip to Santa Lucia and did this. Please note that Erin said "I" made pie...that is a lie. WE made pie...from scratch...and it was literally an all day effort...

We even took the pies on the bus the next morning to Camasca to the feast, luckily they were covered in foil, because we have reached the dry season here in Honduras, and they were DUSTY!

Meanwhile, as the Gringas took over my host mom's kitchen, life did not stop for the Hondurans who lived there, so I helped grind some corn for fresh tamales:

this actually takes a of work--the woman who
cooks for my host family makes 90 fresh tortillas a day...which means she
does this 30 tortillas worth, 3 times a day...clearly, I make
it look easy...
And then we had to transport all of the food from the cooking house to the school:

a truck full a food--trying not to spill it


The feast was a success, although the children didn't enjoy it properly. They liked the rice (that the Honduran's provided) and the pavo (turkey). They "took the rest home" to eat later...we should have just given them the tamales, which actually never even got touched.

I will forgive the kids for not enjoying the food though, because they were very cute!


Elkin...look at those eyes!

Walter---who has the best mullet in Honduras

Diego, pretending that he in enjoying his food...

Laura

Edilson--this is the only time I have ever seen him sit still...
he was waiting for his piece of pumpkin pie!

All of the kids, the bilingual school committee, and a few Gringas
(and other people who found out there was free food)

It was really a fantastic Thanksgiving, and gave me a new appreciation for living in the US and having the luxury to drive down the street to a grocery store that has everything you need, and having a mom and grandma who know exactly how to cook everything, and do it for me every year....

Honduran Elections

Last weekend Honduras had their primary elections. I'm not exactly sure of all of the positions that were being voted upon, but they were for sure voting for presidential candidates and alcalde (mayor) candidates.

Since being in Camasca, and teaching at the bilingual school, I have been doing a homes stay with a family.  It just happens to be that my stay is with the Alcalde of Camasca.  For the past several weeks he has been out campaigning in the 13 communities that he will be the Alcalde for.  Last Sunday were the elections, and it was like nothing I have ever experienced.

In Honduras, children are only required to go to school through the 6th grade.  Although, in many cases, kids drop out of school before 6th grade to begin working to help make money for their families.  That being said, the literacy rates for Hondurans is very low. For elections, this has been remedied by posting the candidate's photo above their name, and the voter marks their choice with an "X".  The list of photos then goes into a box, based on which party they voted for, and is counted at the end of the day. Then, a guy pulls the votes out, reads them aloud, and the vote is then confirmed by 3 other people, and tallied (by hand in a notebook) by two other people.  There are representatives present from all parties to make sure that no votes are fraudulently counted. Needless to say, it is an extremely long process.

Finally, after all of the votes were counted, it was decided that Julio, who I have been staying with, had indeed won the Alcalde nomination.  Julio's grandmother, who is 89 years old, had made 300 tamales to share with the community to celebrate Julio's victory.

Julio giving his victory speech-thanking the community for their support, and 'Gracias Adios'
We drank coffee, and ate empanadas and tamales in the street to celebrate the most Honduran evening I have ever experienced. I hope I am here in a year for the general elections.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Wobbly wheels

I apologize for the lack of blog updates as of late...I've been basically without internet for the past few weeks....

In the mean time, life has not stopped in Honduras!

A few weeks ago Erin and I were riding the bus to Santa Lucia (the town where she works) and we stopped in another little town to go to the market.  When we got off the bus, we realized that the tire was falling off the wheel.  The Honduran bus driver quickly got under the bus to inspect the situation and make necessary repairs:

OSHA approved work procedure-under bus, engine running
 The tire must have been fixed properly, because a week or so later we took this same bus to and from Tegucigalpa. 

However, little did I know that this would be the first (and most minor) tire incident that I would experience in about 2 weeks time here. Last Thursday evening I met Erin and the University of Wyoming medical brigade at their site in Agua Salada.  The road to Agua Salada is by far the worst that I have been on so far in Honduras.  The road is probably only 4 miles longs, but took about 45 minutes to get there. It is a wonder that people even live out--it was more like a goat trail than a road.  On Friday afternoon it was time to pack up the brigade and head out.  Me and several other brigade members hopped in back of the first truck out--riding in back of trucks is completely normal in Honduras, and far more comfortable than riding inside of trucks given the heat and road conditions.  About a quarter way through the trip home we were on our way up a big rocky hill, and suddenly we were not going anymore...one of the girls from the brigade yells "oh my god, the wheel just feel off!" I thought she meant the tire, as I have heard of this happening in Honduras, and nearly experienced it myself only a week or so earlier.  After further exploration, I found that she was indeed correct....the wheel was COMPLETELY off the truck....all of the things were snapped off, and the truck was resting on three wheels.  One Honduran stuck a stick in a hole, hoping to remedy the situation (i'm not sure how), but it had no affect.  Needless to say, we had to walk the rest of the way to our destination in the hottest part of the day...About 3 or 4 hours later, while the gringos were playing the hondurans in a soccer match, we saw the truck pull into the tire repair shop...I think it has really been fixed!

 I will post a picture of this when I get one.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

¿¿donde??

¿¿Donde estan mis calzones??  it's becoming a real problem...i intentionally brought a few extra pairs of underwear with me, and somehow I have about half of what I came with...

this is quite curious....

Saturday, November 3, 2012

teaching spanglish...

Teaching English, or attempting to teach English, to small children is difficult...and sometimes really funny...for example...

A couple of days ago the kinder kids (age 3-5) were learning members of the family...mother, father, brother, etc....when I showed them ta picture of a family, and pointed to "sister" one little boy shouted out "CHICKEN!" and was so proud to be the only one who knew the answer!

The Preparatory kids (age 5-6) are really getting good at their Spanglish...while learning the numbers this week, I heard several saying "twenty-ocho, veinte-nine"...and so on...

we'll get there..eventually...


Thursday, November 1, 2012

fleas

i walked into my bedroom a couple of days ago and found a stray dog laying next to my bed...

i have acquired several small red bites since then...in all the places

pretty sure i have fleas.

awesome.

Monday, October 29, 2012

important addendum

I failed to mention an extremely important event in my previous blog about the sunrise hike...

On the way down the mountain two Honduran men, both whom were at least two and a half to three times our age, passed us, and were out of site within seconds. I'm sure they were thinking "silly gringas!"  Both were likely on their way to the market to buy their food for the week, and then carry it all the way back up the mountain...these people are tough, i mean REALLY tough...


A weekend in Honduras

I just had one of the best weekends I have had so far in Honduras...

It started out on Friday, at about 11:15...I went to the bus time to inquire about what time the bus left for Santa Lucia (where Erin lives) and found that the bus didn't leave until 12:30....so, since I had extra time, i enjoyed an ice cold pepsi from a glass bottle...

Then I began walking toward the main road where there is a bus stop, to see if I might be able to get another bus, or find some other means of transportation.  A truck pulled up next to me, and the driver asked me if I wanted a ride, and of course I did..i love a jalone! I hopped in back, with three other Honduran women.  I have never looked so conspicuous in my life...when I got to my bus stop, I banged on the side of the truck, the driver stopped and I hopped out...I had the 2nd biggest grin of my life on at this time...

I waited at the bus stop for about an hour, and a bus never came...but then I finally saw my original bus approaching, with about 10 boys sitting on top, so I knew the bus was already PACKED, and three more of us had to get on...we squeezed in, and I stood in the door of the bus, hanging onto the bus around the window, next to the ayudante (bus helper), with my backpack totally out of the bus...this was when I was wearing the biggest grin of my life...

also, it is important to know that the road looks like this, the entire way:
actually, this is the good part of the road...

sadly, i was only able to stand in the doorway for about 10 minutes before several seats opened up...

The electricity in Santa Lucia was off for most of the day on Saturday, so I spent the day laying in the hammock catching up on some reading.

Sunday morning Erin and I, along with two other members of a medical brigade at her clinic, woke up at 4am for a sunrise hike.  We hiked for 58 minutes uphill to watch the sun come up, and it was spectacular...i don't really love hiking, and this was worth waking up for, and hiking up hill for:



it was far more beautiful than the pictures portray
After the hike, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and a nap, we went to the river...and walked across this into El Salvador:



the bridge from the picnic/swimming spot
then we swam across the river back to Honduras, then returned to El Salvador for lunch...an El Salvadorian ice cream man even came to our picnic, and we all bought ice cream bars!


See, I'm in El Salvador!

When we returned home, we cut up a HUGE ayote (pumpkin squash) and Maria cooked it for us in a huge pot, and added a ginormous block of brown sugar, whole all spice, and cloves:



it tasted like the holidays at home!

Maria covered it with plantain leaves from the tree right outside the kitchen, and let it cook over the open flame for a couple of hours:


While the ayote was cooking, we went to a little Chinese restaurant in Santa Lucia, where we ate some of the best Chinese food I have ever had...then we returned to the clinic and enjoyed the ayote...it tasted like pumpkin pie, without the crust...next time I am eating it with ice cream, and pouring a little of the juice from it in my coffee to make a pumpkin spice coffee! luckily there are several more ayotes to be cooked!

I hopped on the bus this morning at 6 and returned home to camasca and began my work at schooo, but not before stopping and having "plato typico" (beans, cheese, eggs, fried plantains and fresh corn tortillas) with coffee at the little restaurant in Camasca.

I could get used to weekends like this!