The village of Agua Verde was a special treat; its small but
nice homes (still cement block, but painted bright colors with patterned
curtains over the windows) tucked under date palms, tiny store (the size of a
walk-in closet in the USA), and friendly pangueros (fishermen in small boats)
all felt welcoming.
Our guidebook said there was a restaurant in the village,
but in reality the 'restaurant' was a woman who would pull out a small table
and plastic chairs and cook for someone if they happened to stop by.
"Tacos de pescado?" she inquired--Do you want fish tacos--and knowing
that 1) we love fish tacos and 2) that's all she had to offer, we replied
"Si! Queremos tacos de pescado!"--Yes, we want fish tacos (which were
as delicious as they were authentic). Fortunately my simple Spanish--reasonably
good 40 years ago, but terribly rusty now--is sufficient for us to make
purchases, get directions, deliver some supplies we brought for the village
schools, etc.
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| "Restaurante" sign |
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| The only customers |
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| Art & a fisherman with his panga (small boat) |
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| Inside the town store |
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| Cemetery outside of Agua Verde |
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| Lovely little church |
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| Free range cattle near the town |
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| Free range Art near the town |
