Sunday Afternoon Finds

We have used some late Sunday afternoons to venture around to surrounding barrios and just take in the sights.  And you never know what you are going to get to see.  Some things wonderful, others unusual, other things would rather never see again, and some so comical you can't stop laughing.

This is an abandoned church we came across.  It is very

neat looking and a shame that it has been abandoned.

You would think they would have renovated, or at least kept

it to use for something.  The new one they built is sooo

ugly.  Not saying the looks of the building matter at all.  

You would just think that since they abandoned this

then they would have had something better to go to.

Who knows how old this thing is.  I would have opted

for renovating and maintaining.  It was so cool.

Side view of abandoned church.

And you never know who or what you will see in the

turn on a road.  They were really flagging us down

to try and sell us something.  This country is not

short on entrepreneurs for sure.

Common travel...even for the not so young.  

Good exercise!

(since moving to town, David and I love biking to where

we need to go)

A snapshot cannot do this scene justice.  This was a 

very very small shanty in the middle of nowhere.

No windows...looked like life shouldn't even 

exist there, but on the doorsteps you see a mother

with her baby. 

Every time we see one of these we laugh hysterically.

We call them the circus vans.  They are the tiniest things.

It is smaller than a Corrola (probably like the size of 

a Prius) but in Minivan form.  And you never know

how many people are going to start climbing out.

We just imagine dozens of clowns hanging out of them 

like the circus : ).

The view from just about any hilltop in towns.  You

see metal roofs for as far as the eye can see with no 

yards.  Everything is just sandwiched in.

We actually cross this bridge, and yet again the picture

does not truly display its bad repair.  I cringe, pray, 

and hold my breath every time we cross it.  And it

is soooooo far down to the river below.

Always light at the end of the tunnel!

In minutes you go from jungle to rolling hills

to the likes of New Zealand (or so I imagine).

One of many, many gazillion rustling creeks, brooks, and rivers.

Pretty, just don't touch.  For REAL!