Few of us spoke the language but we still made friends there. I am thinking about our translators (that's Arturo above with some children.) It is an intense, short time spent together. An adventure where you get close faster because you live together, break bread together, and work toward a common goal greater than your own life. Plus there are so many unpredictable situations in Peru: protests, police bribes, equipment malfunctions, or the stand-offish way of the Ayamara. Its a quick initiation into the culture to have no toilets or heat. Not to mention a chicken's foot floating around in your soup.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Praying For My Friends
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