Every Street Has A Story

Almost every morning we walk a few blocks to the Marcos University Stadium to exercise on their running track.  The other morning as we passed by one of our neighbor's houses, we noticed the most gorgeous colors of, I'm assuming, hibiscus flowers. So after our exercise, I walked back with my camera to capture their beauty (which, by the way, the camera didn't capture.)



There is a delicate, light salmon border on this flower.

This one is more true-to-color. 

Anyway, while I had camera in hand, I took the opportunity to capture the flavor of our street: Natalio del Castillo. I love that name.

Dogs rule the streets.....

.........as do the goats. We make frequent stops, waiting for a spacey goat to wander out of the street.

Young boys are always fishing over the fence into the field across from our apartment. We assumed they were fishing for fish.  Wrong!

The spoils of a "fishing" expedition: a fat, juicy frog!

We should have known what the boys are fishing for. On evenings when it has just rained, the field comes alive with the sounds of the noisiest frogs imaginable!

My next field trip is to follow the sounds of the pigs we hear squealing each morning.  Every evening we leave scraps on our porch for the pig lady to collect. I'm curious to see the results of our charitable donations.

Mahal,  Elder and Sister Eddington