It is still pouring rain. Cayendo sapos y culebras. (Raining frogs and snakes.)
As I stood in my kitchen peeling a mango, I noticed the boys across the road waving to me. These boys fill me with tenderness. They are sweet and friendly and respectful and happy children. They live in tiny shacks with corrugated metal roofs. They walk and run and play on these gravel roads barefoot. And they smile with their whole bodies; like they don't have a care in the world. There is a small shack on our property and today we were in it talking about the improvements Brian was making. Once fixed up a bit, the shack will house some of Adrian's surf homies, when they come to visit. As Brian was showing me his work, I felt a presence. When I turned around, there in the corner, was the cutest, quietest little superhero.
Que divino!
I love your description of their innocence and the photo of the superheroes in the rain. It speaks volumes about how kids should be raised, but I know you share my sentiments on that.
(miss you.)
Posted by: Marta | Thursday, October 11, 2007 at 11:10 AM
Querida Marta,
You know these kids very well. You must have known many of them in your beloved Cuba, hace muchos anos.
Besos,
Nora
Posted by: noritagirl | Thursday, October 11, 2007 at 04:23 PM
Just curious about those kids of yours. How do you further their education there.
Posted by: mark david | Sunday, October 14, 2007 at 09:16 AM