Yesterday morning I set out walking towards the edge of the city to the end of the street at a hill. A trail continued up the steep hill

On the ascent I passed a Mayan Heidi descending from the Alpen Hut to the big city below.

At the top of the ridge was a Mirador (overlook) over the city.

The country lane ran along the ridge and little farm huts overlooked the far side of the ridge towards the volcano.

A dog let me know I was not welcome passing the farm huts on the ridge. I braced for some teeth on my calf but instead I got a paw to my back as he jumped to smell my bag.

I turned to look at the dog, some sort of border collie and Pitbull mixed. Pretty dog and quite a fierce combo. He was satisfied but my fear started rising, and I turned around so as not to trigger the dogs.

My attitude with the fiercer dogs is to let them approach from my back so they can get a good smell before I look at them. Seems counterintuitive to turn a back to the dog, and maybe I'm doing it wrong.

There was some poop in the street. Dog poop, I assume, amongst the plastic garbage scattered along the rocky road

i reflected on a page I read from the Talmud talking about "unclean". And how uncleanness can be carried by water.

If it rains, the water flowing down this ditch is now unclean.

Strange how 4000 year old sanitation information is still hard to implement, even though everyone has cell phones.

Nobody has time to carry trash away when you're busy carrying wares and groceries up a mountain. How do the Swiss deal with steep mountains and sanitation.

A tractor dug a new ditch along the road. Maybe this was a new sanitation ditch. The red dirt contrasted with the blue sky.

No cars passed, only motorbikes. Walking down the mount is how they apparently get around in this part of the village.