Saturday 24 November 2012

1st November

I am staying at the house of Francisco and Virginia. She works in the school in the afternoons teaching Spanish. Francisco teaches history on Sundays to adults, but the rest of the week he works on his farm. His bananas and plantain are processed in Honduras, 50 miles to the north.  
They have 3 children - Layris aged 22, Francis 17 (whi is bigger as she has inherited Francisco's tallness) and Framvi 7. Layris is about to leave University and look for a job, and Francis is about to go to study accounting.  
They have played host to over 15 people from Bristol. They have included Andy who came back 3 times, George who told them about the beauties of Scotland, Mike who just lived a few doors away from me in Montpelier and who stayed with his sister Roz who ran the Montesorri school in Clifton, Olly who was muy lindo, Alistair who was grandisimo, Amy, Isobel and others..  
You enter the house via a porch that contains Francisco's motorbike, the sink for washing up, the washing machine and the well - and Tomi the dog. He looks fierce but isn't. In the porch also is the green parrot called Yi-Yo.
They have a tiled living room, and off that is the kitchen and various bedrooms.   Bedrooms don't tend to have windows. At the back is the shower, with a curtain for privacy, and the separate latrine, which you have to remember not to put paper down.  
Across from the house there is a church. There are quite a few in Tonalá which is surprising given that it is a pueble of about 10 roads by 5 (apparently if places have electricity they are thought of as urban) .   The church isn't finished, but they have already started holding services there. Lots of singing, clapping and there must be a particular place where they train the lead singers, as they are usually flat. The preacher gets very loud at times with lots of alleluias.     
The children are teaching me about the range of fruits - today I received 2 coconuts, 4 sweet lemons (which aren't), some oranges and 2 bananas de rosa. I struggled home with a heavy bag.

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