El Campo

Last summer, I was known to complain now and then about my 50 hour work weeks with no overtime pay. Today, I worked an 11 hour day for no pay, and you won't hear me complaining. I got to spend six hours in the field meeting 'comites' (groups of women receiving loans) this afternoon. Turns out it pays off to have a skill that they're in need of that no one else has. Photography, in my case. I won't get to do that every day, but it was a great way to get a feel for the place and the people. I know there's a lot of blanks I haven't filled in, but I'm not going to, yet. Tonight, I'm going to put some pictures up and leave it at that. It's all I have the energy for, and this blog has been absurdly wordy as of late, so it's time!

Marthi, and her son

Aurora. It was never explicitly stated, but from what I could tell, she was the leader of this 'comite'

On the left is the back of Aurora's store. Behind is her house.

The second 'comite' we visited, as well as a couple of people from the Fundacion

 On a final note, while talking to Mackenzie last week and mentioned that I was living in a house with interns, she said something about how I wouldn't learn as much Spanish, but I would have more fun. Well, I'm here to say that Sister, you were wrong. Very wrong. We speak Spanish, here in the intern house. A couple of the interns are from Spain, a couple from Paraguay, one from France, one from Quebec...you get the idea. Our common language? Spanish. But I'm beginning to wonder if I actually speak Spanish...