I’ll never forget the tiny four foot grandma who stood dwarfed beside Trinity with her arms waving, speaking so excitedly that we could only catch a few words. Her communication however was clear that she was very happy almost to tears.
The bodies were so close pressing in on every side when I felt his hand searching for my pocket and trying to unzip my bag. I told him no and shoved him hard as I squeezed by down the crowed aisle of the chicken bus.
Some say he is crazy, others wise. He is hermit known as the rock man and we were going to make a trek into the jungle to meet him.
When you see them running toward you, turn around and run. Our New Year's eve began with a dinner cooked by Trinity for Manuel and Rome. They own and run the hostel where we are staying. They are a very kind, quiet couple who care about the people who stay here. Trin made chicken adobo... Continue Reading →