My new T.V.

Beauty, peace, serenity. . .walking along a road, bright gorgeous flowers in full bloom. a little dusty from the cars passing by. hot, but bearable. walking back to the bus station to see off my friend, lauren, also a volunteer. . . she lives near a neiboring village, Dulce Nombre. We are both quiet. . . exhausted from the long day and the walking. to our left and old man is sitting in the crevice of a rock. at first we assume he is siting or escaping from the abuse of the sun on his fragile skin, and then . . . we see. . . his but cheeks. and he is actually not sitting but crouched down. . . pooing. Wait, but that is not all. . .we walk some more, not very shocked by what we just saw. . . yet commenting on the fact of how sad it was, this old man was without home and shelter and how trying times would have to be if we had to in fact use the bathroom outside, on the side of a busy road. . . then, we walk pass a man, kind of young, i'd say 20's, standing facing the opposite direction looking on towards a honduran woman in a tight dark blue jean skirt, as we walk pass, the rapid motion of his hand forces my eyes to look downward, and there he was, right smack in the middle of the sidewalk on the side of this busy road going towards the bus station. . .masturbating. now if the man pooing didn't surprise us, you would think this would but. . .NOT REALLY. well sort of but it's amazing the kind of things you become accustomed to. THEN, we walk on a bit further, and see a little itsy bitsy doggy, fluffy, but not fluffy like a mop, but sort of like a dirty mop with dreads. . .nevertheless cute, on top of a huge roof, right smack in the middle just sitting on top of the roof, this wasn't a kind of roof top terrace with chairs etc., but. . .a roof. . . we began to laugh and giggle. for some reason the doggy on the roof was comical, but added with what we just saw. . .was all the more funny. . .more like hysterical laughter, like what is going on. . . we had just experienced life, walking down this road going to the bus station. something beautiful, something sad, something shocking, something cute and fun. that's what life is about. we experienced a plethera of emotions in a matter of minutes-some thought provoking-some mind blowing-some not much of anything. at times feeling a mix of emotions is very heavy on the heart and mind. . .and at other times. . .i think to myself "Who needs T.V. or movies or even books for that matter? We have all the entertainment we need right outside, . . . if we're lucky!"