|Beautiful peppers in the market.|
|Everyday views of the neighborhood.|
|Beautiful and Crap together....|
|The callejon, almost outside of town.|
|My apartment is the bottom set of windows|
|The steep staircase.|
Natalia was ready to go to dinner at 6:30. Robin didn’t come with us because he was too tired, and knew we’d be out late. His first class starts at 8:00am. We bussed to Centro and she took me to an art exhibition. She knew all the artists and one man gave me one of his posters, a beautiful painting of transformation from ucky real life to becoming a butterfly. I’m still studying it for the symbolism it contains. I think my friend Karen who teaches dream interpretation would love it.
Natalia speaks English better than I speak Spanish, but I could understand her quite well, and she was happy to answer questions when I didn’t.
|A subsiding mountain or a mine? I'm not sure.|
|The entrance to Callejon Don Bosco.|
|Looking up my street to the little orange gate.|