March 13, 2021

Yesterday we plucked annonas from a tree. We made tortillas by hand and learned how to make sikkil pak. I mimicked an iguana in hopes it would let me befriend it. I laughed at myself. I grumbled and moaned about raking up an endless amount of leaves as the wind mocked me and slowly blew them all away. I sorted through firewood. I saw a glimpse of our vecino, Señor Cocodrilo. My socks have rocks in them, my hair is tangled with leaves and caked with dried salt from my sweat. I smell like burnt leaves and maíz. I feel sore, frustrated, and delighted all at the same time.