This week we´ve been celebrating the independence of Central America. My town tends to go a little crazy, bringing in people from all over the country. Horses run through the streets, everyone wears plaid shirts, jeans, boots, and sombreros (I only have the jeans no boots or sombrero yet...). The local schools present their marching bands, and acknowledgements are given to students with good attendance, and grades.

I´m staying with a nurse for the week as my little room I rent is right on the park, and with all the noise, and drunkards, I decided it was in my best interest to stay away from the activity at night. She’s wonderful, takes wonderful care of me, and I know if I ever need ANYTHING she´ll be there. I´ve been spending more time with her family, and I adore her grandchildren.

Last night I helped butcher a cow before bed time. I was literary getting into bed when the nurse im staying with said her son had dropped it off. It showed up large chunks in two plastic sacks. They had partitioned it using an ax I think, and the thing was full of bone shards. An hour and a half later we had it cut into family sized portions ready for gifting. Today we got a chance to eat some of it, and it was worth the work.
(it didn’t bother me, I feel like if you´re willing to eat meat, you should be willing to also do the dirty work, though this wasn´t all that dirty, although my pj´s definitely needed washing after)

A friend from Peace Corps recently came down to visit and we gave a workshop to a group of women on how to process soy. It’s really cheap, easy, healthy and for the most part accessible. We made milk and ground meat.


Pictures to come soon...ish