Long ago, as a Peace Corps volunteer, I lived in a town midway between Puno and Cuzco. As I read your piece, I kept remembering the bus rides I used to take along the same route you mention--except that the road surface was dirt and rutted then, and the lumbering, old San Cristóbal had holes in the floor. Always dusty and sometimes very cold, the rides were invariably a people-centered adventure, many of those around me like the concerned, generous lady who insisted S cover herself with the blanket.
Well, the tears fell this morn....sweet tears, sweet woman, and yes, there are good humans on this planet, just not enough of them right now in our government. If any. Gracias for sweet tears and the Aymara woman.
Long ago, as a Peace Corps volunteer, I lived in a town midway between Puno and Cuzco. As I read your piece, I kept remembering the bus rides I used to take along the same route you mention--except that the road surface was dirt and rutted then, and the lumbering, old San Cristóbal had holes in the floor. Always dusty and sometimes very cold, the rides were invariably a people-centered adventure, many of those around me like the concerned, generous lady who insisted S cover herself with the blanket.
Fascinating, Ron.
Well, the tears fell this morn....sweet tears, sweet woman, and yes, there are good humans on this planet, just not enough of them right now in our government. If any. Gracias for sweet tears and the Aymara woman.
Script for a beautiful short film.
Could be.