Not long after arriving in Cuisnhuat I met a family with whom I had an immediate connection. They basically adopted me for the remainder of my service, inviting me for meals, introducing me to people, and helping me to gain "confianza" at my site....
I caught this little girl in mid-air, purse in hand, chasing after the posada, the patrón saint procession through the pueblita of San Jose. Posadas tend to be somber affairs, participants chanting with low voices, pacing slowly and reverently...