Feliz cumpleanos, Wilderbeest.

Crazy crazy day of getting dressed up to ride into town in the back of a pickup truck and buy birthday presents for a 1 year old. Then we went home, and then got back in the truck to go to the evangelical church in another village. After a crazy crazy crazy ridiculous and loud Spanish church service dedicated to Wilder, we finally gave our gifts (Steph and I picked out a cute pair of sandals with spiderman on them) and watched all the kids hit a pinata. Then we were force-fed jelly sandwiches. There was like a weird communal latrine in the village that was absolutely horrible and had three big spiders in it. We also met a small Nicaraguan child that is the spitting image of Beans from Even Stevens. Ate some oranges and drank some Kola Shaler and busted outta there.