Day 128:
Instead of garbage trucks, we have these guys that go through the city picking up dog poop and leaves and trash. Because trash pickup is a relatively new thing here, people still have a tendency to just leave trash wherever they want to, sometimes in bags, often not.
Day 129: The other side of Rodadero. You can kind of see Torres de Magogo, aka: where everything I owned got stolen.
Day 130: Gabby! Gabby is Edna and Andrew's kid. She and I made a lot of those little handheld toys that tell the future.
Day 131: It is mango season, which means all the mango trees are dropping mangoes. You'll hear a loud thump on the ground and be glad it missed your head.
True story. The other day, I was walking back to my classroom at recess and I saw Juan doing yard duty. He was watching kids play with something and he said, "Below the head, guys."
I walked past him and he said, "Your kids are playing with a mango."
"Do you want me to take care of it?" I asked.
"No," he said. "I think they're trying to kill each other."
Day 132: Paola, Lauren and me at the teacher's day meal. Teacher's day is a real day here - the kids give you food and everything. Moreover, we got a halfday and drove up to Minka and had a nice meal. This is at the waterfall close to the farm.
The school chose to rent one bus, which was INSANE because the place was up in the mountains on a dirt road. It was the bumpiest road of my life and Lauren and I both agreed no more trips to Minka.
Day 133: This is Rodadero. Tourists in the foreground, coal ship in the background.
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