I actually had my car washed...but you can't tell. Probaly in his (Isaac's) entire life time he's never had that much mud on him.
It was six hours of tiny roads filled with potholes through scenery that looks like what I imagine heaven will. Mountain-top views every half hour and then these passages of ivy twenty meters high, drapping down. Breath-taking.
In part, I think I'm made for the village-life. It smells like leña (firewood cackling) and kids run through mud barefoot and everyone's door is open all the time. To measure this truth, I ate five tamales and drank three cups of coffee within a few hours at seven different homes.
Almost all the jokes made at my expense as I tried to make tortillas and knead its' dough, were incomprehensible to me but you only need to understand the twinkle in one's eyes for that. The wonderful young people who took us hiking are just like me...they live in a third culture trying to mix two...and really they're ¨ruined¨ for either one. It was just good.
I'll take a muddy car and be one very tired camper anyday for all that.
It was six hours of tiny roads filled with potholes through scenery that looks like what I imagine heaven will. Mountain-top views every half hour and then these passages of ivy twenty meters high, drapping down. Breath-taking.
In part, I think I'm made for the village-life. It smells like leña (firewood cackling) and kids run through mud barefoot and everyone's door is open all the time. To measure this truth, I ate five tamales and drank three cups of coffee within a few hours at seven different homes.
Almost all the jokes made at my expense as I tried to make tortillas and knead its' dough, were incomprehensible to me but you only need to understand the twinkle in one's eyes for that. The wonderful young people who took us hiking are just like me...they live in a third culture trying to mix two...and really they're ¨ruined¨ for either one. It was just good.
I'll take a muddy car and be one very tired camper anyday for all that.
