Jari’s father lives in Rio Hato, and he owns horses, one of which was at Minga’s house on Sunday morning when I went to pick her up to bring her to the condo. Everyone who’d come to Ita’s party the night before was still there. Jari, who is quite the horsewoman, grabbed up Joelito and gave him a ride.
I often think about the difference in the sense of safety between the village and the U.S. Most of us wouldn’t go galloping down the road with a young baby plunked in the saddle absent a helmet; Jari isn’t even wearing shoes. Everyone was fine, and the baby seemed just fine.