A Good Day For a Nap
I love naps. Just about any day will do--- today is no exception. We are staying another night here in S. Luis, allowing this day to unfold slowly.
Our packs sit in the corner.
I find the simplicity of this day appealing. Hand washing clothes and hanging them out to dry. Shopping for a few items to make meals looks like walking to the local indoor municipal mercado, where several locals are selling fresh fish and vegetables. Then to the one jumbled tiny store (maybe 500 sf?) where you can find, somehow, everything else you need.
A lazy stroll through the village reveals another unbelievable backyard garden. This elder could probably feed half the population here with the abundance from his plot. What else? Two men loading a flatbed truck with cork tree bark. A forgotten, weedy, little cemetery with a handful of markers from the 1800's. A tiny park in the center of town, shaded by citrus trees. On a bench, there, a nicely dressed elderly man in a jaunty cap steals my heart. He is napping, peacefully.