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Early Mornings In Rural Colombia
Early mornings are the coolest time of day.
The rain has just stopped and the mist is starting to lift over the mountains.
The locals are sweeping their porches off with buckets of soapy water, with Colombian music blaring throughout the house.
The streets are wet with puddles, that will be dry within an hour.
The carts of bananas and avocados are full waiting for you to purchase.
As the old man rests against the side, with his sombrero on, a white towel draped around his neck and his workboots still caked with mud.
His face is tired from the day's work he has already done before 8 am.
The machete gently rests at his side. The second half of his day just beginning.
AGUAAAACAAATEEEE AGUAAAACATTTEEEEE he begins to yell.
The cowboys park the horses outside of the coffee shops as they drink coffee and eat pandebono or a buñuelo.
The entire street smells of freshly brewed coffee as the waitresses bring fresh cups of coffee out.
