From the top of El Picacho one has a panoramic view of Honduras’ largest city: the capital. Atop the mountaintop park overlooking the congestion below stands a towering 30-meter statue of christian religious symbolism with arms outstretched at its sides gazing out over its flock below; the country is 90% or so roman catholic. There also exists a sizable and growing protestant evangelical community as well as tiny muslim and jewish populations. I first arrived in town on October 6th because I had developed a sharp burning pain under my right heel a few days after my mountain climbing sojourn above Comayagua. When I called the Peace Corps Medical Officer (PCMO) she scheduled me an appt with an orthopedist who subsequently diagnosed Plantar Fascitis. It hurts like hell. After having been measured for made-to-order shoe inserts I returned to see him on the 22nd with no noticable improvement. The doc gave me the inserts, told me to continue my treatment and added that it could take weeks, or months, to return to normal. He made me an appt to see him again in a month. Meanwhile I’m hobbling around La Paz breaking in my new inserts, taking pain medicine, and wishing I hadn’t climbed that damn mountain.