According to U.S. statistics, very few people from the U.S. who are wealthy as adults started out poor, or even lower-middle class, econonmically speaking. And the percentage is shrinking every year. More and more people born in the U.S. are stuck in their parent's economic class or lower, than ever before.
Caminonera Central, with a Jesus Christ on the other side.
This was the hottest day in Chacala and Las Varas this entire year. Someone stole my thermometer while I was gone on my trip, so I don't know how hot it was, but everyone was talking about it. They use C here instead of F, so I don't get it anyway, when they say a number for the heat. This is the first time this house has felt warm to me, during three very long summers (six or seven months).
especially the dressing up of little girls in this kind of clothing.
And then, in a blinding flash of light, I realized I have always done the exact same thing, and for the same reason. I have been thinking, without understanding why, that I am a nicer person in Chacala. And now I get it more clearly than before. I don't know enough Spanish or enough of the social history or culture here to really gossip or malign local people. I still do it in English, with gringos, about other gringos, though. Luckily, I hardly ever talk to gringos here, because there are hardly any here. At least from May thru mid-November. And I rarely seen them. Maybe I will eventually break the gossip habit, or at least be aware of what I am doing.
I haven't figured out for sure where I am going to live in Chacala is coming winter, starting mid- November, or a little earlier. I have been encouraging the local landladies with the lower-end rentals to charge a fairer (read higher) price for their rentals, so I have pretty much priced my myself out of the rental market.