Kennedy, these are for you! Cute pony.
I would bring him home if I could!
Slaughter house next to our dorm. They slaughter them at night, so they are ready, fresh for the market in the morning.
My 2nd floor dig at the Feliciano home. 
The front half of my suite! Out these windows one can view the mountains, but more so the roof tops, the top of trucks in the alley and Fiestas!
Last night was an example: A Catholic festival of saints of some sort. I heard they were celebrating the God of Farmers, from Mayan days, so that it would be a good year for crops. Coffee plants had a plague, so those that suffered, lost everything this year. The alley filled from front to back with trucks and floats. We could only go in or out by foot. They strung garland across the alley, attached to the wrought iron Windows on the 2nd floors, and to the electric wires. 
The HUGE speakers blasted marimba, drum, trombone, guitar, and Mariachi music all through the night. 
The sound vibrated the buildings and pounded your heart. Firecrackers blasted all night too. In the morning, the band changed and the party continued! The drunks from the night before were replaced with new partygoers.
It is a vibrant place, for sure!
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