Each Thursday I take a 20 minute ride in the back of a truck to the ladies that await me in Santa Catarina Ixtauacan Antigua. It's a small town nestled in a deep. green valley that eventually spills onto the coastal plains.
A view of the playing field next to the central park and of the hills beyond.
It is a small world: The father of the catholic church here is a gringo, from, of all places, Eugene. He arrived here some 30+ years ago, speaks better K'iche than the locals and has no plans to leave. Here he is conducting a special mass for Dia de Los Niños.
Here I am talking to the ladies about the wonders of lentils to prepare them for the wonders of lentil soup.
While the soup was cooking I took the ladies outside for a bit of stretching. After an initial giggle-fest they began to participate. Up....
...and down. Notice the babies on the backs. They do everything mom does.
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