I gasped for breath. The dance was a chaotic swirling of colors: blues and reds, oranges and browns. We moved to the sound of Andean flutes, in a small house, on a tiny little island, on Puno Lake, under the star-filled Andean sky. I slept very well that night. ..... They lived on a lake atop islands made of totoro weed, in houses made totoro weed, even ate totoro as a snack. I had thought that such a thing was outside the realm of what was possible. Yet, here I was standing solidly on a floating island of weed. Makes me wonder what else is possible. ….. "Cuy al Horno, senior." The waiter announces as he place the plate in front of me. On it, a roast guinea pig split down the center line into two
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