Lo siento, folks. I was about one photo caption away from finishing my latest upload and something happened which probable has something to do with this incredibly irritating little football man who is my cursor, and I lost them. Not having the patience to start over, I'll take some interesting ones this weeked or something and do a big upload next week. One goal I have is to photograph our street during the next torrential downpour. It really is a river, no lie. Today our courtyard had waves. The biggest news is that I have hornos! Hooray! What, you ask, are hornos. Well, you would ask if I could find the question mark. Fungus. I have a fungus in the webbing of both thumbs, earned last Sunday when I spent extra money to stay in a clean hotel. Or possibly captured in San Marcos. I'm not sure. It isn't too bad, and considering my lack of other complaints...i.e., those of the stomach, I'm not too upset. I also have a raw spot on my heel from my stupid shoes, which I stupidly did not cover up and is now infected. These folks keep telling me just to put the anti-fungal cream on it, but I think it is because I keep telling them that it is from my shoes. Which it is, but not in the fungal sense. I'll let you know if my foot falls off. The other big news is that I'm finally hooked up with a volunteer gig, working with the organization in who's house I live. I was trying to avoid working with them, just so that I could be exposed to a larger cross section of the population, but looking vainly around for a job while I had one under my nose was just silly. Here is the funny part, especially for those of you who know what I do at school. I'll be writing an art curriculum for Mayan children. Funny because I've been trying to avoid working with this org and now, my job is doing exactly what I do best. I'm pretty excited. We're trying to integrate basic art skills with Mayan cosmology and more modern concepts like gender equity and environmental awareness. The finished product will be given to volunteers who come down to work for the org. What is really neat is that the art classes have actually grown out of the need to provide daycare for the women who are working with the organization. These women make jewelry, dolls, scarves, and other items for sale in a fair trade store in Richmond. The point is to fulfill the dual purpose of providing greater economic security and a stronger sense of self worth for these women. I'm excited to be working with them. In other news, I'm finally dreaming fully in Spanish, which I think means that I rock. I'm having trouble not inserting Spanish words into my English sentences. I can talk in the actual past as well as the long standing past, meaning I'm not trapped in a David Sedaris-like world where we drink coke without ice. Tomorrow I'm going to a fair trade coffee farm run by former guerillas, and I'm stoked. It is such a great reminder that the guerillas were not the bad guys, but farmers driven to desperation by corruption, inequality, and violence in the government. In the afternoon we have a former guerilla coming in to speak. I think I told you about the man I went to see last week, who was a guerilla and is now involved in politics and community activism. Amazing. This weekend I think I'm heading down to a Mayan archeological site on the Pacific Slope. Life is good.