First time: People here smell so good

(Except maybe me.)

In the neighborhood where I work, the floors are dirt, there is no running water, and laundry is done by hand.  But I pass by dozens of kids on their way to school and all of them wear blinding white shirts and socks.  Likewise the babies in their cloth diapers.  It could be the result of detergents long outlawed in the U.S., but I prefer to believe it is Nicaraguan magic.

I go to work every morning in my filthy clothes from the day before.  Pepe and Richard, on the other hand, arrive scrubbed and smelling like Ivory soap. 

A woman getting water from the well