Its Sunday which is kind of the only real day off from working in the week. Saturdays are usually spent at the market and shops of Punta Gorda trying to get supplies, which are available in unreliable forms and quantities. Yesterday it took 4 hours and about 6 shops, plus the outdoor produce market before heading home with enough food to last the crew a week. On the way back we picked up the new project truck, just purchased from our mechanic. It's the biggest truck I have ever driven on a daily basis, but is solid, spacious for the rain, and safe.

The excavations have been going well, despite the intense heat. It's now been over a week of solid 100 degree plus days, making everyones' humor begin to crack a little in the field, and leading to cold beers being a kind of first aid at the end of the day. There are real concerns about dehydration, and everyone now carries about a gallon of water for the day. Friday I did wind up in some houses in the village of Santa Cruz and some friends were gracious to let me snap some pictures. The kids are eating beans and corn tortillas, which are made daily from corn grown locally. There is nothing like a fresh corn tortilla. Every morning the women and children strip the corn seeds from the cob, soak them in water, and then grind them at the community mill. They make enough masa to last just for the day. In the house the tortillas a patted out by hand and cooked over an open fire on a comale.

Even though its Sunday we did some work. Holley and Mark and I started going through the 2009 ceramics from the mountain shrine complex overlooking Uxbenka. It turns out that my thatch house can also double as a field lab, which is useful.