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.
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Wow, that's quite a walk. Last year I worked full time in a mountainous area of Honduras (what isn't right?) The ladies also invited to walk with them to walk off a bit of my extra weight.
I added your blog to my blogroll. I love it. Especially the crazy doll pictures. What's that about anyway?
That pic is from a nacimiento. I love how nacimientos in Honduras (and beyond?) include every random toy and doll the person has come into contact with. Sometimes there are even dinosaurs there. I'll post more pics during the holiday season.
Hi Jacinta:
Just saw that you commented in my blog back in September. I should check my comment boxes more often! Anyway, thanks for the heads up and checking my blog. I did note learn of Otoro's english school until after I accepted the teaching job in Sigua. El Alba is a great school to work in, and I'm not looking elsewhere. I will add you to my blogroll to follow your blog....
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