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...

Sunday, February 28, 2016

The Party

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...

medicinal herbs



dry goods

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

Isabel, her sister Eugenia, their mother, Senora Chaves and Eleanor started cooking early on Saturday and continued through the day. Patacones (plantains flattened in a tortilla press and fried crisp), pico de gallo, picadllo de platano verde, picadillo de papa with chorizo, and refrescas made with mora (blackberry) and cas.



3 o'clock

 Royce, the director; Jaun Jose, a board member and his family joined us from San Jose. Quite a nice surprise.


Eleanor's Copan

We also celebrated Marisol's birthday early for her father Bryan, Isabel's son and a research diver, was going back to sea.

La Familia

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.

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