I spent the majority of yesterday mud skiing through the hills of an aldea in Alta Verapaz with this wise man pictured to the left. My venture even included an accidental slide on my butt down one of the hills. We were completing the final check-ups for the USAID latrine project. Despite the fact that a departmental drug siege, the election, and mother nature have all played their part in the delay of the project, it should be completed in the coming weeks. Gracias a dios.
Okay, Okay. Half the photos are of the project and the other half adorable children and puppies.
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on the snow. I am the sunlight that ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush; Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die.