On the west side of the village on the road south that heads to Mérida.
On a recent walk to the village we decided to walk through and carry on to start walking on the road to Mérida so that we could see the western edge of the laguna. Of course, the actual end of the laguna has a small culvert that connects to another small laguna that leads to the ‘Abrigo de Chuburna’, the sheltered port where villagers park their various fishing boats.
On the return walk, we decided to follow a trail along the laguna back into the village. Like many trails, this one had garbage scattered along the fringes.
On this particular trail we noticed a cross that marked a death of one of the community members. This idea of having a memorial on a roadside is not limited to Canada or the States, it is often seen here. And like at home, there are frequent memorial flowers and such placed before the memorial.
Further down the lane, we came across a number of people discussing various plots of land which appeared to be recently cleared of garbage and some weeds. The plots of land were to be the location of new home sites.
At the edges of the village, this home had a beautiful eagle drawing on it, celebrating some soccer/football team.
For a small village, there are a fair number of schools. At the southwestern edge of the village is a nursery/kindergarten school. As we went passed the school, parents were gathering up their children to take them home for lunch. The village schools run two sets of classes with half the students attending morning classes and the other half taking afternoon classes.
There just isn’t the money for building more schools as many of the villagers live in temporary homes. There aren’t enough homes or enough money to build homes for all families that need them.
Watching this older man, we realised that there isn’t enough wealth even for tools. This curved knife is probably the most used tool in the village, a cross between a machete and an axe.
Next, we arrived at our local zocalo, the town plaza where children were excitedly looking at a few second-hand toys on the tables which were filled with second-hand clothes. Each time we pass by the zocalo we see similar scenes.
Having passed down a few different lanes as we try to learn more about our local village, it was time to head back to our villa for lunch and an afternoon of studying Spanish and relaxing with good books with the sound of the surf as a gentle background music.