Last of Dona Aton and Alcarrizos, the Santo Domingo barrio where the kids run wild and the elders bring their plastic chairs out onto the sidewalks to observe the urban climate and play dominos. I know I'll won't miss the noise, but it's always fun to be around such activity. Everyone knows when little barefooted Fernando ('Nando) is being called by his mom to get his butt home, and everyone knows that the garbage trucks has arrived when it blows its air horm 5 feet from your dinning room table, and everyone knows when a mango falls from above onto your neigbors tin roof in the middle of the night... It's the Barrio and everyone knows.
Now I'm off to the Campo where at the base of the mountains rests a small pueblo with incredibly humble people who know what good food is, especially casaba (yuca panacakes with garlic or penuts sprinkled on top.
Life is changing...I'm on my own.
Write is your jounal for 1 week straight. It's healthy to reflect
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