This afternoon Charlie and I took a walk through the village. Along the way we greeted the people we met and stopped and talked with a few. When they asked why we were here, we told them we were teaching at the local Baptist church, gave them a tract and invited them to attend one of the services. Join us on our walk through the village.
As we leave the house, at the top of the driveway we can see the mountains across the valley from this village.
Flowers abound.
We pass the catholic church. Every town in Latin America seems to have one, usually in the center of town. A strong majority of people here will claim Catholicism as their religion.
Children peer out open doorways to watch the “gringos” pass by. Others call out to us. Some even try to use the one or two words they know in English. “Buenas tardes,” I call to a couple girls who respond in kind, and then go running away, giggling.
Anyone need a Laundromat?
Wheelbarrows are put to good use here. Doesn’t this look like fun?
Eventually we arrive at the church, about a half mile from where we are staying. No one is here today, but tonight it will be bustling with activity.
On our way back, we walk through the main intersection in town. In reality, it is the only intersection, though many small roads, wide enough for only one car at a time, are like fingers off the main roads.
We pass dozens of little stores like this one. This one is larger than most. Besides the actual stores, many houses have baskets of produce in front of their homes ready to sell to passers by.
The white picket fence, the only one in town, lets us know that we are back at our hosts’ home.
Thank you for taking this walk with us.
As we leave the house, at the top of the driveway we can see the mountains across the valley from this village.
Flowers abound.
We pass the catholic church. Every town in Latin America seems to have one, usually in the center of town. A strong majority of people here will claim Catholicism as their religion.
Children peer out open doorways to watch the “gringos” pass by. Others call out to us. Some even try to use the one or two words they know in English. “Buenas tardes,” I call to a couple girls who respond in kind, and then go running away, giggling.
Anyone need a Laundromat?
Wheelbarrows are put to good use here. Doesn’t this look like fun?
Eventually we arrive at the church, about a half mile from where we are staying. No one is here today, but tonight it will be bustling with activity.
On our way back, we walk through the main intersection in town. In reality, it is the only intersection, though many small roads, wide enough for only one car at a time, are like fingers off the main roads.
We pass dozens of little stores like this one. This one is larger than most. Besides the actual stores, many houses have baskets of produce in front of their homes ready to sell to passers by.
The white picket fence, the only one in town, lets us know that we are back at our hosts’ home.
Thank you for taking this walk with us.
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