It´s Friday...Viernes Fiesta!

I´m going to try to post some vids, but that may have to wait until I get back to the states.

It´s very hot and hard to write.



This is our last day to do surgeries. We are waiting on a busload of patients to arrive from Candelaria, a small village that is about 4 hours away. They have no phones or method of communication, so we just have to wait.



Last night we finished with the patients around 7 or so. My Bro and I dashed to the beach to rent surfboards and try to get out, but we were just too late. Ai, pobrecito.

That´s okay, there was still an awesome sunset and we had a great dinner with all the crew back up at Cerro Largo.






The huge rock in the ocean to my left is called, "Roca Blanco"...which means...white rock. I guess that was better than calling it "Roca Pelican-poo".

















This is Gary with a rustic gentelmen known only to me as El Campesino. He arrived with his daughter and a very large machete hanging around his shoulders. It felt as if he just kind of walked in from the jungles.









Gary asked him if it would be alright to take his picture and, roughly translated, the man replied in a very stern tone that "No, it would not be allright for us to take his picture! We would steal his image and then take it away with us, and who knows what we might do with it. He would not be able to get into Heaven, if we took his picture..."

He went on and on like this, and Gary, who teaches Spanish back in Wyoming, courteously apologized, letting him know that we did not intend to offend him. At this point, I glanced over at his daughter, a young woman of about 30 or so and she had this glint in her eye. Senor Campesino just stopped for a moment. There was brief silence.

And then they both started laughing and laughing!! He was pulling our leg the entire time! ha ha!

This was especially funny, because Gary is usually the one poking fun and cracking jokes and El Campesino beat him at his own game.