In 1979 Eleanor rented an apartment on Marine Street in St. Augustine. A painter traveling from Mexico she found a place that fit her desires. An ancient, tropical enclave by the sea. A few months later she met Curt, a newly arrived woodenboat sailor who had traveled down the East Coast from the Outer Banks of North Carolina stopping and working along the way. He too had found a good reason to stay.

From that time, through their years together and the many places they have lived, they have documented their experiences through creative expression. Their story continues here...

Friday, January 22, 2016

Dulce

We waited for a local bus beside the puperia (small grocery) to take us up the mountain. It came pretty much on time and we started a slow, winding accent, picking up others along the way. Passing lush, rolling hills of coffee plant fields we reached Trapiche, a stop with a small restaurant and our planned destination... a working sugar mill.


fresh cane


crushed in trapiche mill




stoking fire with dry cane leftover after extraction



cane juice cauldron


formed sugar


making candy

adding in peanuts, milk powder, lime

back down after big comida at the restaurant.. tamales in banana leaves

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