Thursday, December 5, 2013
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Chula and I were exploring the remote coast. Then the road ended at a skeleton of a bridge functional sometime long ago and now holding up signs of "Felices Fiestas". We were waved onto a platform of metal on top of oil drums with some make shift railings and a small boat that needed to be bailed out as it pushed the platform across the lake. It felt far away and good.
Friday, November 29, 2013
my massive arm). It smells heavenly of citrus. It takes me back to when I worked in Guatemala with a good friend Freddy and we would sit in his orange grove. His little brother Michael would bring us oranges from the top of trees. We would gouge ourselves on oranges. The tree ripened oranges were a perfect balance of sweet and acidic. The collection of large cells that make up the juicy fruit would burst individually. I still remember them from over 15 years ago.