There is this unusual aspect of my village in Uruguay..it is Sunday today and the two general stores in the village that offer any food are closed. I have pasta to cook..I am not without. Yet I have been asked by my neighbors to have dinner with them..a Sunday night simple kitchen dinner. Neighbors watch for neighbors.

Before I left for dinner I fed my visiting cat, Maxine, from a dinner I had last night..she tip toed over the wet grass (we had a huge storm today and are flooded) for her twice daily meal.

This is life as most people in the world live but we, from the capitals of the world, have only  a distant memory of.

The best.