There aren’t enough hours in the day to talk with everyone who stopped me or yelled “gringo” on the street. I sat down to watch some kids play soccer today. As soon as they saw me they ambushed me, throwing what I assume were questions at me, as fast as racecars. I gathered that they were all family, brothers, sisters, cousins and when I looked up the adults were standing in the door waving, inviting me in. It must be a custom here, that when your invited into somebody’s home they automatically give you food and drink, in this case, fried duck and beer. A great, friendly family, the parents of the kids outside. Yesterday I had what I call “The revenge of the Incas”…violent diarrhea. I stayed pretty close to the house most of the
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