market fruit for your soul

So one of the local women that walk all over down with ginormous baskets on their heads, is especially fond of shouting out her goods for sale right into our doorway. She came by again this week but with a whole new fruit for us to explore: Pitaya! No it is not a pink artichoke Matt, in fact it's quite different in texture and taste, and makes a great liquid batido. And can I please order some paint in that color?

Updated bedroom paintings.

Brightening up our shower stall: Where's the baathroom man?? (Jamaican accent)

People ask us where we get the ideas for the paintings. Well, Matt's body does inspire a lot of beautiful artwork. Now let's just hope no one lives in this room and thinks to him or herself, "I should get that tattooed on me!" Because it's already COPYRIGHT. Up and coming is the best Zia south of the border!

Clara and Eve (the Canadians) hosted a delicious vegetarian dinner (2 salads, hummus, keish, salsas, & corn tortillas) at there new swanky apartment for our household and the Casita household. It was both visually and digestibly pleasing. They even served it on some fresh banana leaves bought in the outdoor market.

So after days and days of hearing the bus drivers yell out "Masaya, Masaya, Masaya!" we decided we better get our butts over there to see what it's all about. And here would be the 20 times as big as Granada's bus depot dirt lot, along side of which lines a very loud, busy, long, interesting smelling, overstimulated, fascinating market - with everything you could ever think to buy, including 25 cent super glue.

Pottery pigs? Priceless.

Matt took this picture. We ate lunch at this wan na-be Mexican restaurant in Masaya, decorated with vibrant table cloths and chairs. We definitely got a full belly and a cool free map of Central America out of it!

The Masaya church.

Latin America is not lacking for colors.

Today was November 2nd, and while you Americans were doing your duty voting at the polls, we decided to check out All Souls Day, aka Dia de los muertos, here at the Granada cemetery! The turnout was unbelievable, and the fresh flowers everywhere were wonderful.