No, it's not touching my head!
Jose and his small bag o' cheetos.
Yum, tripe and cows heads!
Melia, Cesar, me, Morena at the Mercado.
Food stocked in the Mercado; floor to ceiling.
My kids singing a song. Too cute!
We spent Monday and Tuesday teaching the kids, taking classes and writing papers. Tuesday we went to the Mercado after we were at the schools, and had to spend $50 on food, grocery items to give to someone that we found on the street who seemed to be "in need." It was kind of a strange assignment because we basically bought food and then had to ask random people if they could use what we bought. We asked one man who was selling matches on the street but he said to stop bothering him because he needed to work and we were interrupting his selling. We found an 82-year-old woman who was selling vegetables and gave her the food; beans, sugar, oil, toilet paper, rice, etc. She was very grateful. I was glad that I had 3 fluent Spanish speakers in my group that could translate and communicate with the people in the Mercado. Morena is from El Salvador, and Cesar and Hector are from Mexico. Then there was Melia and I--the token white girls! :) It was a very interesting experience!
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