Tony and I meet Feliciano. A charming sculptor/evangelist in a highland town of Guatemala. The extended family cluster about to see the tourists, a happy little mentally disabled child pushes through. And then his workshop with 100's of carved pumice sculptures which he'll sell you for a song.
Feliciano - ¡canta -video file!
...Es maria la blanca paloma,
que ha venida a américa,
traer la paz de dios.
...It is Maria the white dove,
who comes to America,
to bring the peace of God
Sunday 13th San Pedro:
Losing track of date and time. And my sinuses are still screwy... no surprise there, but its a bit cooler and clearer because it's a Sunday morning and the smoke from cooking and clearing scrabble grass haven't really got going yet - but I'll need Sudafed ASAP. We walked around the area looking for Tony's notorious breakfast spot... only to discover that it changed ownership from the Canadian originals to a Mexican. The food was good, the coffee (can you believe?) sub-standard. We called Axuan on Debbie's cell to coordinate plans, then we'll go for the kayaks we negotiated yesterday.
God bless you,
we don't get many comments on Feliciano's lyrics, but thanks for the effort:
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