Driving into Momostenango.
Time to explore the market with Manuel.
Manuel is explaining about some of the vegetable varieties found in the highlands. I'm pointing to guicoy, a type of squash that has a subtle sweetness to it. Next to my arm are the fava beans that I purchased and added to a pasta dish back in Guatemala City.
Everywhere in the world mothers love and care for their children. These highland mothers carry their children in slings on their backs until they are almost three. Their little heads are always covered from the bright sun. Notice the little foot sticking out of the sling on the mother on the right.
Our next adventure was heading back up the switchbacks on the mountainside and down to another town where Manuel knew a potter. I'm not sure of the name of the town. Manuel found the place but alas, the potter had passed away several years ago.
Fortunately the potter's daughter knew of another potter down the hill. Knocking loudly, the potter answered the door, surprised that we had found him.
He is the last potter in the village that throws his own clay. He's making salt pots that are used in restaurants. Now everything is done by machine.
Drying room.
The white clay pots have been fired, but not yet painted.
The potter was very proud of his kiln. It's been there for several generations.
These pots are for hot chocolate. Sadly for us, he had nothing for sale.
And that's a wrap on three wonderful days in the Guatemalan highlands.
I love all the small details you point out in your posts!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and wonderful!!!
ReplyDeletePleased by the complete order of the pottery shop. Rows of pots, wood so carefully stacked. Thank you for sharing your exploits.
ReplyDeleteDid you have to peel the fava beans, or is this a variety that you don't have to? (That's always deterred me from making them.) Fun to see the potter, and so sorry to not have a souvenir, other than photos. Fun day!
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