Conversations on El Camino

Thursday, October 19It's raining. Well, it's precipitating. It's that indecisive kind of wetness that's too fine to aggregate into a raindrop. It hangs in the air thickly, loitering until one rogue cloud lets loose a deluge of seed drops that gather the wetness into falling rain. The kind of wetness that seeps in sideways, penetrating…

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…