WHILE MY child bride peddles her pastries from her straw basket Saturday afternoons on the principal plaza, I sit with her and watch people.
And sometimes I photograph them. More photos can be found here, of course.
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Standing in my bedroom yesterday, I saw a hummingbird sitting on a tip of the huge aloe vera outside the window.
Last night, we slept with earplugs due to the raucous concert on the neighborhood plaza just over a block away. It was the San Isidro Fest. San Isidro is the patron saint of farmers.
I just call it the annual rain festival, and it will bring results fairly soon, usually in early June.
San Isidro always comes through.