End times

". . . it ended among the banana trees that we always knew were at the end of the road."

-- Jack Kerouac

                       On the Road

Triste triste

Leaving at noon on Friday. Not really sure if I want to....

A few last photos from two different communities, Las Mercedes and Buena Vista.

Tortilla woman

At the Heifer office today. Every time I'm here, this woman's voice floats through the window from the street at about the same time. "Tortillas! Tortillas!" It almost sounds angry. Finally went outside to see who the voice belonged to today, but the woman turned the corner and walked away when she saw my camera. On to the next block to sell her fresh tortillas.

North Americans

So I finally asked Gloria why she says "North Americans" instead of "Americans." A lot of people down here do that. And I got the answer I was hoping for. North, Central, South, we're all Americans, not just those of us who live in the States. So when she refers to people from the U.S., she uses "North Americans."

Pretty arrogant when you think about it, how we refer to ourselves as the only Americans.... 

Rainy days are here again

No more fire. The rainy season is thinking about starting here in Tegus. A little early morning drizzle yesterday.

This is Honduras (tambien)

Stacks of tomato crates near Bonete.

Roosters crowing and dogs barking all through the night in the South.

A car passing a car passing a truck on a blind curve on the road to San Pedro Sula.

Wandering vendors, shouting "tortillas" through the streets of downtown Tegus.

Everywhere strangers greeting strangers, "buenos dias."

Dionysus in Tegucigalpa

Another weekend activity: wine-making. Gloria uses oranges and nances to make her own sweet wines. She doesn't add yeast, though, so the fruit takes years to ferment. These wines have been sitting for 2 years and they're still not quite ready.