¡Qué rica la morcilla de Pica-Pica! We stopped at a famous estadero for breakfast. Okay, it might not be famous, but they were reviewed in the newspaper and Raúl told us we had to eat there.
The view from the restaurant.
In the background, the church of Bolívar, the town where my grandmother was born...
...viewed from a lookout point on the highway graced by this huge statue.
Ciudad Bolívar.
The main plaza.
The Liberator, Simón Bolívar.
The church.
Bolívar's rival Santander.
Nora Elena and Carmenza.
Inside the church.
One of the stations of the cross.
The main altar.
In the plaza again.
The main house of Arenales, a hacienda owned by my great-grandfather Alejandro Vélez.
The beneficiadero, a building where coffee was washed and prepared for shipment to market.
Inside the house.
Livestock pen... with myself and Nora.
The front of the beneficiadero, facing the area in front of the house where we parked.
The house in front, the beneficiadero to the side, the truck is parked to the left off-camera.