Our destination this morning was to get to the top of that hill in the distance.  Not necessarily to see inside the little church at the top but rather for the exercise and the view.  We were fortified by another outstanding breakfast by our host.  Omelet, brown rice and vegetables, fried plantains.  This time another four guests had arrived and it was interesting to talk to other folks who came to San Cris for Easter week.  The hill can be gotten to by taxi on a road that comes up from behind and that would have been easier but not as fun.  Half way up little eleven year old Juan hit us up for some change for a school project.  He suggested a hundred pesos would be nice but he was happy to have the five that I gave him.  He asked us in English and wrote my name down in his book, where I was from, how old I was and how much I gave.