politics. This weekend was particularly exciting because of the festival Yamor which honors the fertility of the region. Indeed, the incredible fruits I tasted (some I had never even heard of!) attest to the good land.On my birth-day, I began by leaving my group to wander around town. I like to do that type of thing. I can quiet myself down a little, absorb my surroundings, and find more adventures. This time, my adventure was listening to a great Andean band while a very intoxicated elderly man insisted I dance. Eventually, I did, but not with anywhere near the gusto of mi amigo. This guy was rocking out for real.
Later, I re-met up with my group and we headed for the magical tree "El Lechero." It sits on a hill above town all on its own, and it looks very, very old. It for sure had a good vibe, and I managed a peaceful nap before we began walking the 5 KM back towards town. Along the way, we saw giant trucks transport
ing wooden go-carts, and when we asked, we learned that the yearly race would be starting in minutes. Fortunately, a massive truck came by with the race's coordinators who offered to drive us to the bottom of the hill where the hairpin turns are wildest and where you can watch the poor drivers attempt to slam on their breaks at the finish line rather than crashing into parked cars. All succeeded but one, and fortunately, he survived.
My night concluded with some fresh strawberry pie (my friends kindly recognizing that cake and it's milk products would not sit too well with me) and a trip to a bar, where fun was had. In all, it was an amazing day - adventures of every kind and people I had just met helping me celebrate.
Finally, more pictures!!
A few of us on our hike up to El Lechero.
My good friend Amit and I chilling on the hostal patio after a night out on the town
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