Last Friday was a holiday here and I was delighted to have been invited to my companera Heydy's house for a traditional lunch of Boxboles (pronounced Bosh-bol-es). I had an adventure trying to FIND Heydy's house.....as there are no addresses here, and especially in the hillside neighborhoods....and Heydy seemed to think everyone on the street would know her house or "Gringo Mikes's" up the road......but they didn't. Thanks to my phone, having her number, and my tenacity, with the help of venedors (who I had talk to Heydy by cell) in tiendas and the tuk tuk driver, (who also talked to Heydy on my (Guatemalan) cell phone) plus the fact that her little girl, whom I had met, was standing out front, I finally made it. Lunch was delicious! Boxboles is a sort of stew with cigar-like chunks of food in it that are made of squash or pumpkin filling rolled up in the leaves of some plant...I think! You eat with your hands... after you put delicious sauces on it, including my favorite, which was apparently made from ground pumpkin (ish) seeds. We also walked up the hillside to see Gingo Mike's house (from the outside); he is apparently an evangelico minister here...and the resevoir, or "caja de agua" which supplies that neighborhood with water from an underground sring...agua limpia, which is very rare here.
I walked home after lunch, in a light rain. Just as I arrived in my cuarto and shut my door, this racker began, and I couldn't figure out what it was. SO I opened the door and it was hailing pellets the size of marbles! Like kids, the "boys" (who work at the hotel) and I all came out to play in it...but it HURT! Everythign turned white in the hotel courtyard, and the streets turned to rivers. Then, por supuesto, the power went out! It was quite a day!
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