|From the roof of Hotel Morale|
|The pottery shop owner borrowed some||chairs from next door so we could hang out and drink coffee.|
|Farmer to Farmer - the real deal|
Coffee in our bellies and pottery in our bags, we gathered some ingredients for dinner and loaded into Hector and Luis' vehicles. Tonight we were going to have a party at Priscilla's house, with some much acclaimed Baleadas made by Hernan.
|Hernan the Baleada Maestro|
|Adalid, president of COFEACOMA and Andy talk numbers|
|Witness this light pole!|
Rick said something today, and it struck me, so I'll end with it. He said if everyone threw our problems in a pile on the table, and had to pick one out again, we'd pick our own problems...