After running down the mountain and driving for two hours down a bumpy road with a van that bottomed out nearly every time we reached our resting place. It was a little taste of paradise and for 5 days we frolicked around and learned about plants and birds. I felt the curious child in me yearning to know the place that was so new. One morning I was lucky enough to watch the sun paint the mountains red.
After some hot springs and traveling and re supply in a town with one Small market I have landed in a place called Pillan. The locals are welcoming and there is a crew of girls who I talk with to learn Spanish. Yesterday we cooked a lamb that I helped to slaughter, and we danced late into the night with the people of this place.
Today the little girls invited me to make cake and bread with them and together we created delicious food and friendship. I cannot believe how much I am learning about this place, another culture, and myself. I have more to say, but I must return to my required readings. Balancing work and play is a delicate act, but I am getting by and my heart is full.