My neighborhood is expanding.
At the bottom of the hill small and ramshackle houses are appearing, made from stripped palm fronds and secured with colorful election posters. And chuck full of kids and animals and pregnant females.
At the moment there is no running water or sewer service so on hot days it is rather pungent around there.
The latest addition that up to recently was but a slab of concrete and a few corner pieces of wood, is now another marvel.
When I took the short-cut the other morning on my trip to the local tienda for some eggs for breakfast, I met the new inhabitant, a gent with a ponytail and a smattering of English. Manny had told me that he was "artistic" and I believe Manny now, for when I passed his shack he was busy watering an endless array of cans and pots with wonderful plants and flowers.
There is something so impressive about people who will think it important to have plants around them even living in shacks with no easy access to water. Bravo to them.
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