Eyes wide with amazement the little boy beings to laugh as the plastic bubble is handed over to him. Attempting to remain balanced on top of the moving small boat, I sit down and prepare to blow another for the other boy. Neither of us speak Spanish well, but once again...sometimes certain things just go beyond the spoken word. These precious children. I wonder if they will be farmers or fishermen like the old men in their families. This would be the place to live. On an island...away from the harshness of the world. Farming land and taking care of livestock while seeing the lake and mountains all around. They seem light and happy. I wonder how it really is. Men were special hats...they look like colorful stocking caps and rainbow purses and belts. They greet each other by exchanging coca leaves from their purses. Women are in the background...wearing black shawls with only a bit of color at the edges. I wonder how they are treated.

Agh! I´d love to write more...but must be off to ride a night bus to the edge of Peru. Tomorrow is Chile!!!