Climb on over

There are no gyms in my adopted hometown, but I don't think I really need a stairmaster anymore. I just have to walk up the street to my house to stay in shape. This exercise is not always done gracefully, as noted in the number of times I have fallen up or down the street. I am in awe of the people who can carry heavy things on their heads while walking up it as well.

The street condition and shape is subject to the effects of rain. No need for street cleanup. Everything will roll off eventually. At times, my husband will chisel stairs into it, which inevitably are erased a few weeks later. The passing of bestias on the street also continually alter it.

Here is another photo of the angle of the street, from when we were connecting our house to the town water supply.

Raise the Roof

A house across from the bus station in Santa Barbara.

Family Memento

How to commemorate a family member or special time in your life? In Honduras (and beyond) you need look no further than your neighborhood portrait artist. Perhaps this is a lost art but many of these paintings are still displayed often beside a diploma with a little picture attached.
This picture is of the mister's grandmother and uncle. Reportedly, they never owned these clothes or accessories, but were dressed up by the painter. Antiquated airbrushing maybe...
Hopefully this tradition will stay alive with future generations.