It’s so exhausting to be here. We’re working 12 hour days out in the field and having long group meetings at night.
But apparently my eight-year-old brother looks forward to the sophistication that is my blog, so I decdied to wake up early and write a little to make up for the last two nights.
I have been in El Modelo every day to write a story about the struggle to get water — and especially clean water.
This is Merilena in her bathtub:
Everywhere I look, I see ironies. Four water towers surround the village, but the people have to beg the neighboring villages for water. A developer is trying to sell land in a neighborhood called “Vista Hermosa,” which means “beautiful view.” Many of the mothers wear shirts donning American flags and slogans of freedom.
Today, though, I am headed to a different village in Gualan. Erik heard that the people there are forced to drink out of puddles!
I’m a little worried about walking into a whole new village at this point in my story because it feels like more than one story.
And just a random sidenote before I go eat breakfast: The lizards here are friendly.