As we learn to make our way through a turbulent political time, I will do my best to not forget about the power of a fresh perspective.
I love this country, and I love her people even more. It pains me greatly to see so much suffering and feel so impotent to be able to help in a substantial way. But I know that the greatest help we can offer to Peru is to pray...
We're making it through this... but just barely!
Take a big bite, let the juice drip down your chin, and smile, knowing that you met a mango farmer in Cachipapampa, Peru.
This is what a mandatory quarantine really looks like.
...as I gave him a hug and said goodbye, he responded with five of the kindest words.
You can't just replace one idol with another... by exchanging a pre-Christian era huaca for the Christian symbol of a cross.
The memory of those crying seagulls made me feel homesick. Homesick for a place that I've never seen... homesick for the people I love who are already there... homesick for for a day when no one will get sick or die.
I believe the idea that a thing of beauty brings joy goes back a lot farther than John Keats... a whole lot farther.
I couldn't believe how quickly all of these memories came flooding back into my mind when I saw those bread bags on my counter!