Today, Ellen and I went to Puriscal, the nearest town, for a day of errands and shopping. This required a two hour bus ride at dawn, of course. We got to town and had a nice breakfast of gallo pinto, eggs, and chorizo with a few other volunteers who were leaving. Our choice of gallo pinto for breakfast disgusted some of the others who were sick of rice and beans three meals a day, but it certainly hit the spot for us.

After we’d had breakfast and done our power shopping, we sat in the park and watched some local kids dancing. This weekend is the chicharrone festival in Puriscal, so the town was hopping. The first set of dancers had trouble with their music, but the second set, in traditional dress, was impressive.


And now we’re on our way home to Mastatal. Funny how it’s become home so quickly. For one more week, anyway.


Smiling dog faces always make a place feel more like home