Market day again, oh how great it is to see people, and strike up a conversation, or at least falter along in Spanish until we cover the basics and reach the limits of my vocabulary.
I met Alfonso today. He is 50 and has 5 children, the oldest is 26. He lives uphill from the village and is a farmer. He grows maize, broad beans, peas and potatoes. It was a rainy day today so Alfonso was wearing his red poncho. He told me it was made of the wool from his own flock, and would sell it to me if I wanted one. I looked warm but I needed the money for vegetables.
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