A return to San Jose this week gave Eleanor a chance to shop before we leave. It was extremely busy with scores of outlaw vendors hawking side-by-side down the center of the walking streets. At any time a cry would ring out and they would quickly gather their merchandise and lose themselves in the crowd. It would have been easier for the police to herd cats.
|Street busker with a fine lo-fi kit|
The central market was open with its maze of walkways and shop of every type...
|potions in recycled bottles|
We started organizing for our show in the barrio. Exhibiting our work was a small way to share our expressions of the community. Isabel decided it deserved a party, plans were made and Isabel took Eleanor to shop for party food ingredients in town.
|vegetable stand next to Senora Chaves' house in San Ramon|
Royce, the director; Jaun Jose, a board member and his family joined us from San Jose. Quite a nice surprise.
We also celebrated Marisol's birthday early for her father Bryan, Isabel's son and a research diver, was going back to sea.
|with my art bud, Jose|
The wind and mist are back. We are packing for a 5:30 pickup to take us to the airport. We will return for Eleanor's show at the National Gallery. Maybe within six months, a homecoming to look forward to. But for now we are full from... Seis Semanas in Copan.