El Campo

Yesterday I spent the day at the campo. We left around 9 to get out there, and after that I have no sense of time for the rest of the day, until this morning really. It was great. My phone's battery was dead and I had no reason to check the time. We got to work preparing the food right away when we arrived. Angelo and I peeled about a million plantains, which is a lot harder than peeling bananas. We then threw them all in a pot with some water which cooked over a fire for an hour or so. When we pulled them out we threw them into a mortar and pestel kind of set up and mashed them all up. Formed that into almost a loaf of bread like shape and sliced it up. Surprisingly good. Everyone had their job to do slicing up peppers and onions and whatnot or preparing the chicken. It turned out to be a great meal. We spent the day just hanging out and eating, swimming in the river (which was strangely similar to the river that runs through my backyard), and saying hello to the numerous dogs, cows, and horses that were around. It was a really nice day. We hopped in the back of the pick up as it was getting dark to head back to the city. A car cutting in front of us almost caused a major collision which was pretty scary and shook everyone up. I was laying down in the back so I couldn't see anything, I just heard the slamming of breaks and screeching of locked up tires sliding on pavement. Then lots and lots of swearing at the driver of the offending car. But we didn't crash so it's ok!

Miller, who the party was for a couple weeks ago.

Yummy

Looks like home!

Check out that tan line

This reminds me of Honduras!

This morning I went to the Casa Hogar. All the boys recently went to get a medical checkup, and it turns out that ALL of them, save Enrique, Jhon Kevin, and Omish, have hernias. They're going to pretty much take over the clinic, it sounds like, on May 11th with all 11 (Luis and Jesus have hernias as well) of them having surgery the same day.

This face happened while talking about how he wanted to kiss one of the gringas from the St. Thomas group. If you're reading this, Becca, watch out...