Another good pizza

This time I tried the supreme but had him hold the mushrooms. Not so big on mushrooms if I can get it without. It turns out the owners son, Emelio, was running the place. He lives in Paraiso and speaks very good English. He even offered to help me with Spanish if I will help him with English. He also gave me a card for his mother's cousin who is a Spanish teacher. I have a new friend.

One thing that is different here that I need to learn is I would say I live behind the Super Mercado. They would say I live in front of the back entrance to the Super Mercado. Makes sense when you stop and think about it.

I put my knit jacket on to go get pizza, but I didn't think to take my umbrella. The sky just opened up while I was in there. So, as I am sitting there I am figuring my route back. I can put my hood up and duck next door to the bank overhang, then into the super mercado, out the back door, across the street and in the door. My knit jacket is now 4 inches longer than it was. Not really, it had let up a lot by the time I was ready to leave. He says it is dryer in Paraiso which is less than a half hour away. There are tons and tons of different climate areas in this country. It does stay really green in this area and the crops do great.