Last night the fog and the wind from the Pacific blew in but the sun shone threw after breakfast and we headed to the lake. We took a boat ride to a little town at the foot of the volcano.
Up the hill we went to a bright and colorful town with people to match. The winding road was lined with little shops all the way up to the main square. Some of us painted the church and others painted a model.
The church plaza was also the sight of a school where students came out to play for recess and came up to admire and comment on our work. Besides the three R’s they learn civics, English, Spanish and their native tongue. And they love art!
The market was full of fruits in every color. The ladies almost all wear their native costume. Slme of the older men do too.
I painted the model but she had to leave after a while because the sun was too hot. I sat and visited with my fellow artists, and got to know Diego, Pedro, and Carlos who are in the sixth grade and have a great teacher who plays ball with them in her native garb.
The return was choppy and the wind is picking up again. I think I’ll go for a walk before dinner now.