I was in the countryside over the week conducting surveys

20 July 2011

When houses cease to be just pueblos (formations of mud) and begin to be places where families live-

The Doña with kids in the front yard who imagine that they are owners of a store,

The young mother with three kids jumping on the bed and one on the way...

I can walk out in the morning now and see the effort in the boy's eyes as he tries hard to peddle on his rusty bike to school.

I can see on women's' faces the places where wrinkles form not because they always work in the fields or outside with their children, but because when they laugh from their bellies they smile and squish their noses while gathered together discussing who is considered the "leader" of the household.