Conversations on El Camino

The repeated clickety-clack and gentle sway of the train coach rocked me nearly to sleep, but my eyes refused to close, staring wide at mountain faces rising so steeply that the sprouting tufts of green clinging to the cliffs appeared to be affixed by ancient magic alone. The nieble floated ethereally through the saddles and…

After the emotional cost of Clinic Day 5, I took a cat nap before dinner, looking forward to plans of an evening out with our host family. We loaded up in two vehicles with Mali, Jenny, and the crew to head up to Cristo Blanco; affectionately and literally translated to "White Jesus" by the Unemployed…

The anticipated fifth and final day of clinics had given me some anxiety as it was wholly outside the realm of predictability. We were scheduled to visit a school/shelter/orphanage – I never really understood what it was – for children with histories of disability or abuse. I was entirely unsure what physical therapy needs would…