He removed the pot from the fire, poured half the water onto the earthen floor, and scraped the inside of the can with a knife until the last scrapings of the ground coffee, mixed with bits of rust, fell into the pot."*I´m pleased to say that I´ve reprioritized reading. Activities within my Peace Corps site have exploded and 6 different Committees are now taking action to coordinate health projects. Weekly meetings are held for various topics: expand an aqueduct, check water quality at springs, design a new water system, assess old spring boxes, solicit help from the Representante, visit the Ministry of Health, review materials for composting latrines - there´s a lot happening!
Not to mention planning geology fieldwork! Several trips to Panama City will have to take place before I can get back to Baru´s flanks and avalanche deposit.
All of this running around has made it even more important to consider when I can pick up my next literary classic.
*No One Writes to the Colonel, Gabriel Garciá Márquez, 1961.
