I had heard that there was another permanent gringo in Itzapa (other than the mormons), but never met said gringo. A few weeks later we ended up at her house for dinner.
Sarah is here with the peace corps, she is working with a women´s collective that makes shampoo- much like Mujeres en Acción but without the bici-liquadora. Maybe they can join forces?
She has a lime tree growing in her courtyard, which we used for the guacamole!
Her apartment was a step up from ours, though far less furnished. We had a nice meal of tostadas with guacamole, tea, fruit and a cake that tasted like queso fresco (not a good taste for a cake) (it was also disgustingly moist- you could squeeze it like a sponge and liquid would drip out).
Palo serenaded us, as always.
Anneliese showed off her crazy elbow tricks.
This morning Palo left, which was really sad for everyone. He kept us all well stocked in laughter.
Ahhh, Palo...
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