Okay, so we’re not missionaries, but we are living in the cornfields “so that’s something, ” as Angie likes to say. Today morning I walked through these cornfields to meet Clarita, our Spanish teacher. And I’ll walk through these cornfields again, for the same reason, tomorrow and every other day this week. I don’t have a picture of Clarita, but here’s a picture of the cornfields with a volcano behind it, one of the three volcanoes that surround this lake. The trail through the cornfields leads to Dave and Mary’s house.
Here is an audio clip of the sounds we hear at sunset.