Feeling a bit short on time? Not ready to read anything longer than a tweet? Is tl;dr your favorite acronym? This post may be for you.
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You ever have one of those times when you can’t stop smiling?
Wandering through a graveyard, a sudden dizzy spell hit me. Was it the spirits of the place come to haunt me, or something else?
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I apologize in advance for this story of woe.
The feeling was surreal.
I don’t remember their names.
I still don’t know much about them. All I really know is that they were dirt poor, and they invited the group of us for dinner.
Manco Inca Yupanqui, king of the Inca people and general of the armies, looked down the steep terraces on Ollantaytambo at the oncoming Spanish army. “Fire!”, he said to his archers. But the Spanish kept coming. It was January 1537.
In our welcome meeting, our guide promised that they wouldn’t spring any mystery foods on us, then tell us after what we’d eaten.
The small boy, who couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old, bravely stepped up and took my hand as I descended the steps of the bus. He then led me off to discover his world.
How many folks here, while growing up and given a pair of scissors for some craft project was admonished, “don’t run with the scissors!”? The thought, of course, was safety – if you’re running and trip you could hurt yourself or someone else with a suddenly errant, newly minted weapon of death.
What if I were to tell you that in Peru, folks sneer at such faint-hearted behavior; they’ll not only run, but dance, cavort, and do acrobatics, all while keeping a beat with a pair of scissors?