Im back. Oh yes, Im back, and I am me, and I am here and I am living my life like I want to live it. Retrospectively. Its good to be reflective, we dont learn things by doing them or reading or any of that, we learn by being reflective and recognizing mistakes or recognizing what is right for us.

One chapter is coming to an end, but change is good and welcome now. I have made a lot of changes and each one has served its purpose, to show me or teach me something, and will be makign this change having learned a great deal, about people, places, relationships, how people live in a country like Peru. It is a difficult life here, a culture with so many different races, prejudice and macho men. Walking down the street and receiving disrespectful comments but feeling helpless cause no one would defend you if you reproached them..that will always be difficult, for any proud woman.

Walking through the jungle with its sounds and hot breath sending sweat streams down your back. Sitting on your surfboard in the water watching the sun set twice on the pacific horizon. Wandering through old ruins trying to imagine what it was like to live here back then. Watching people in villages like Canta, way up in the mountains with breathtaking views and sheep herders. Colonial Lima, snow-capped Salcantay, hidden Choquequirao with the donkey and areiro. Wow...how amazing can life be. How beautiful was each one of these precious moments.  

Listening to a woman like Ms Mur crying in the corridoor just because she is well, hysterical...its all part of it. The chaos of Peru.