On our last day, we drove more than 2 hours to the pueblo Los Angeles, which is situated on top of the mountains West of Pérez Zeledón.
To find the first boy's house, we had to drive up a very steep and curvy hill, where the car often skidded on the rocks and dirt.
When we arrived, we saw that, again, the grandparents were the ones taking care of the kid. M. is a boy of 14 who has progressive arthritis.
If a 4x4 car had a hard time going up the hill, imagine a little boy with that condition doing that at least twice a day. Because it is so hard to reach their house, the boy had to stop going to school, and barely walks around in the village anymore.
M. is a handsome boy, and seemed to be well taken care of. When Alejandra asked him in a scale from 1 to 10, what level of pain he was feeling, he said 1. His grandmother said that some days he runs around back and forth for a long time before he starts complaining. But unfortunately, his condition is progressive.
Even though their house was tidy and clean, we could tell they struggled to make a living. But that didn't prevent them from giving us plátanos on our way out.
Kisses,
Mariana
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