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.
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!