Some of my favorite memories were of the homes we were invited into. The first picture is of an abuelita, a grandmother who was warming her feet by the fire in her stove. She tells me she is blind, apologetically. Steam wafts up from the pot, her grandson's coloring book is beside her.
We went to lunch in a local kitchen, and sat at a table in front of the oven. Hot soups and rice dishes simmered away on the top, fires from the stove warmed the always-chilly days. The soup was wonderful "carne" broth with rice, squash, a hunk of meat, and potatoes. Just the perfect portions and flavors...
Michelle had the opportunity to try her hand at tortillas... not all of these are hers, and next to her are bowls of tamales with a sauce on top. Yummm.
I was so proud that Michelle knew enough Spanish to play Spanish Scrabble... and put together many of the words!
This is a view of a home where we took a survey, and you can see the steep mtn sides in the background.
Lastly, in Doña Juana's home, on the day we left for Antigua, I found her daughters baking bread... what a sight.. baby chicks on the floor and enough bread set out to rise it would feed the family and likely be some to sell...
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