The personal journal of a woman in the third age of her life.
Friday, March 05, 2010
March 5 - Agua Azul
I’ve been paying to go to the bathroom, sometimes 5 pesos, sometimes 3, and at other times 2. Never any soap to wash my hands and only rarely a toilet seats. Oh well. I wish I’d remember to carry a bottle of anti bacterial gel for hands.
Water, water and more water with beautiful pools to swim in. Paradise with extreme poverty. What if there weren’t tourists? Would life be better for the people who live here?