|At the top of the hill we climbed!|
|Anabel, Rafaela, me, Chantelle, Britt, Pelau, Othmar (Britt's host brother)|
|Twilight looking out the back of our house.|
|Cooking Aji de Gallina with Pelau being silly in the background.|
|Still cooking dinner with Anabel!|
|The duckies that have free reign of our back yard!|
Yet, I weep. I weep for the dogs, kicked and abused by their owners. I weep for the environmental disregard that takes place when people simply throw their rubbish in the street. I weep for those children who's bones push forth a little too prominently. I weep for the women and children who suffer from the machismo culture. Finally, I weep for those who think that the people I met are only poor. They know that they are poor, but it in no way defines them. Their richness of living overpowers any physical poverty.