It was time to get a little exercise and test my lungs and legs this afternoon at 9000 feet and so I braved a tiny drizzle in my hiking sneakers, a pair of jeans, a scarf, a sweater and a light raincoat. I focused on all the textures I saw along the way because I don’t know enough yet to understand what I’m seeing. Come on a tour of my neighborhood with me!
I took this picture to orient myself to the turn back to Sach’a Munay. Turn left here and I’m home!
I always love exploring the local cemetery.
A lovely example of the brickwork you see everywhere.
A little market? It was closed.
I was tempted by this aluminum gate but a couple of barking dogs quickly convinced me otherwise.
Unfortunately, the influence of first world junk food is always found discarded on the pathways of the third world.
Pants drying in a drizzly rain.
A school perhaps?
I kept running into this woman carrying a load of what looked like grasses.
Cracked drain with rushing water.
I love doorways.
This is pretty typical.
Here she is again. The only thing I knew to say was “Buenos tardes!” with a smile. She smiled back.
Textures.
The front of a taxi.
And the back, complete with a picture of Che.
Corn growing in a field.
A sweat lodge under cover. Most of the US visitors come here for yoga and plant ceremonies. A sweat is often part of the rituals.
Home, sweet, home. Time to hydrate and rest again!
Loved the doorway. The sound healing description was delightful and inviting. Glad you are safe and sounded. It’s helpful hearing about the weather so that I can pack well:)