After a good night’s sleep (beginning about 2am) and a plate of Lucy’s delicious pinto (rice and black beans) and scrambled eggs, it was time to get to work, most of which consisted of helping David get files organized, but about 3pm we started looking at Guaymí verbs.
The dry season came early this year, so we’re rationing water. It also drizzled all day today, but not enough to end the water ration. But I was in a T-shirt and shorts all day. Nyah-nyah!
This evening we went off to see John , whose kingdom activities include building footbridges over often impassable rivers and residences for itinerant medical teams, as well as preaching to the Indians living in remote areas. He’s a good old boy from North Carolina, so we got to share pleasant memories of Dixie. We, the expanded definition of the Jones family, will probably return to his estate tomorrow.
I wasn’t fast enough on the draw to get a picture of the Joneses today. Maybe tomorrow. But I did shoot Don Raúl last night at the bus station:
And for those of you who really want to know where I am, here’s Google Earth’s rendition (click on the image for a more detailed view):
The green area west of Bribri is Indian country. David found out by cell phone today – where there is almost nothing else there are cell phone towers these days – that yesterday a fourteen-year-old Indian girl was bitten by a poisonous snake. David says that the trails in that area are so rough that most Latino Costa Ricans, even fit ones, would not be able to get to her village, and carrying someone that large is almost out of the question even for the Indians. Unfortunately, the clouds are keeping even the government health service helicopters out, and you can see that there are no roads, so her only hope is to fight the toxin herself. The work John is doing, like that of Granny Brand in India so long ago, is no luxury for the people out there.
Thus endeth this week for me. May God bless the next.
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