The culture here is insanely different from the one we came from. Sometimes it’s hard to see the glass half full past the chipping paint and metal scrap roof. In other words I don’t think it’s easy to live in a first world country then all of a sudden, come to a third world country where you would expect it to be just as privileged. But it’s not. The world just doesn’t work that way in my experience. On my part, no disappointment was felt because I chose to see the glass half full. Instead of the chipping paint I see the vibrant colors the old houses are painted. Instead of the metal scrap roof I see the sun light coming through them. It’s not always easy to see the light, I’ll give you that. But let me tell you this place is beautiful: old houses where kids speed by on bikes to the women head to toe in all the pastel colors imaginable with fabrics or bracelets wrapped loosely around their arms.
On to day two
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