Martinopolis Now
In other news, which will do nothing for the closet case against me, I visited the town of Martinopolis yesterday. These small towns are brimming with community - and this tropical countryside is so, so beautiful. It’s vastness and fertility adds to my understanding of the land distribution injustices here.
I spent hours tramelling ye green rolling fields, the fragrance of mango trees in the warm air, the peace and stillness in my bones, delivering my well-practiced country wave when I came across random people. I also wandered a little in a quintessential Latin American catholic cemetery full of Nossa Senhora Aparecida icons (in varying skin tones) and gold spray-painted Jesus statues, with piles of fake flowers sweating in the sun and humidity (real flowers being banned for dengue fever prevention purposes. Obviously.).