Day 5: Chugchilan to Quilotoa I’m in the middle of explaining what today will be like to Lilah, as we head down a hill and out of Chugchilan for our last day of… Continue reading
My thoughts drift to the Andean men and women who live in these valleys and on these hills, their fields straight up the side of a mountain. It’s a wonder to me their crops ever take root at all on such a slope, but they do, all by hand with shovels and hoes and fingers.
We drive north on the long, desolate road between Rocky Ford and Limon. The land is a flat and barren brown with the touch of winter. Our hearts are full and hopeful for lessons and adventures to come…
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