My everything hurts after carrying that big box to the post office yesterday. Seriously, my head, back, arms, knees (stupid cobblestones). Puchica. I have no idea how Salvadoran women carry tables on their heads. And huge guacals filled ways past the 55 pounds that my box weighs.
And now I have to carry it back home, since I'm not going to send it via post. But Ariel's going to help a sister out. Thank heaven.
I have four more nights here. Tonight in El Barío, tomorrow in the pueblo, Sunday in El Barío, Monday in the pueblo. Tuesday in Minneapolis.