Trifi, Charly and I arrived in El Rosario around 10:00 am,
about an hour after we left Enlaces. I
was impressed by how well we did because it takes 45 minutes to get there by
4WD, so we weren’t really that much slower.
Trifi opened up the gate to the church and we pulled in and
found a little patch of shade where we could park. Then, we talked to the pastor’s wife for a
while. Since we were too late for the morning
meal and too early for the lunch meal, we decided to walk around the area a
bit. I got out my camera for our little
journey. We didn’t have any real
destination in mind and had about 1 ½ hours to wait.
Leaving the gate, we started out down a little hill, then up
another hill, down the other side of the hill, where we turned and went up
different hill. At the top of the third
hill or so (maybe it was the 23rd hill), we stopped and just took in
the view. I had been taking photos the
whole time, trying to capture images that will help tell the story of life in
this particular village, but snapped a bunch more pics from our wonderful
vantage point.
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| Lovin' the view |
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| A woman with some oranges to sell |
After a while, we wound our way back down to the point where
we had earlier turned 320 degrees. There
were 3 pickup trucks full of people on the road. At first I thought there might be a funeral
and they were all heading to the cemetery, but then I noticed that no one was
wailing and there wasn’t another pickup truck with the casket in the back. Trifi told me that they were simply people
who were getting a ride home. They would
jump in the back of the pickups and the driver head out in various
directions. How much you pay depends on how far you go, but it’s usually not much (by our standards).
We found a nice shady place to sit down. We waited there for a while and when the
pickup trucks cleared out, Trifi asked Charly and me if we wanted to get a
drink or topogigio at the pulpería that was right there. (Topogigios are homemade ice pops, made in Dixie
cups or little plastic bags.) The pulpería had three flavors of topogigios that
day: coco con leche (coconut with milk), cornflakes with milk, and
chocolate. I chose the coco and Charly
and Trifi both opted for chocolate. Trifi also bought us little rolls as he
explained to me that you normally have a topogigio in one hand and piece of
bread in the other. While we were
enjoying our little treat, a man came and sat down near us, topogigio in one
hand, bread in the other. Trifi pointed
it out to me.
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| Charly and Trifi enjoying their topogigio and bread |
When we finished our snacks, Trifi lay down on the wall and
was soon asleep. He had been working
very late the night before. Very late. Charly and I were entertained by the sound of
Trifi’s snoring and some nearby school children who had found a dead bat in the
road. At first I thought they were
playing with a dead mouse, but, no, it was a bat. They proceeded to poke it, stone it, kick it,
and eventually pick it up and start flicking it at each other. Even the girls.
Just before 11:30 am, Trifi woke up and we walked back over
to the church for the start of the lunch feeding program. But, that’s a post for tomorrow.
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