It’s been a minute since we were all stomping away, making adobes for the greenhouse-to-be at
service in Chinchero. I’m sure everyone has re-acclimated to their own ways of living, but if
there’s one thing we’ll never tire of it’s Guillermo’s stuffed avocado or homemade ceviche.
Perhaps even some cuy? …or perhaps not.
Though it’s been some time since we all gathered in “el comedor” hunching over our plates at
7:30am, we still remember all that we accomplished as a community here in Peru. If nothing
else, we became a family bonded by our unique stories of self–stories that we know go far
beneath what’s seen on the surface. As a pack of fearless llama herders, we connected over
hours of trekking; what seemed like uphill both ways. As a united Team Adobe, we conquered
the other GLA group and claimed victory at a ruthless match of volleyball. As fill-in Godparents,
we entertained Luana for what seemed like hours on end. As makeshift choreographers, we
danced the night away to Echame La Culpa in perfect synchronization. And as townspeople, we
all had our share of acting as the Mafia ready to scheme our neighbors.
This family always had each member’s back through and through, whether it was taking pictures
at sunrise in Machu Picchu, or holding each other’s shoulders in a narrow pitch black cave at
sexy-woman (sacsayhuaman) just so we could all make it out unscathed. This family is one of
resilience, perseverance, understanding, empathy, and love. And this family is one that I hope
you all never forget.
Peace and chow for now,
Brian, Sofia, and Ellen
P.S. never forget: #HUAHO.
P.P.S. Lily is so obviously the Mafia. Come on, guys.