Little houses on the hillside

 My fingers are gaining muscle as i type this.Which brings me to the next point, I´m in Guatemala and using my friends evil keyboard.I  have not been here in a while and the lack of visiting has cultivated within me an appreciation of th distinct culture here.
       As you drive along the road, you will find a large carved rock wall to your left and to your right, a seris of mountains fading into shades of blue in the distance and an array of colorful little houses on the nearby hillside. Yes, this is, in fact illegal housing, but little is done about it. When i pointed it out to my guatemalan friend she looked at me as if had said that my pants were full of carnivorous fish. She then proceeded to say that they were not pretty, but that they were sad. And i have to agree that they are sad, there is a sad aura around the county with the beggars, street dogs, orphans and so on. But, it is also a country that is joyful with Fridley faces and vibrant colors. It is a bitter sweet country.