
For us “city folk” a week in Amazonas was a little like a trip to “Little House on the Prairie” and a little like camping. Icy cold showers, dirt constantly on your feet and under your nails. Absolutely phenomenally beautiful surroundings: steep cliffs covered with jungle-like foliage, the sound of the river louder than any other sound, bright blue skies with puffy clouds, every color brighter and more alive than you expect.




The kids ran and played in the dirt streets. The front door was always open and the older kids in the house just took them around, or they walked two houses down to check on Elita in her mom’s house. We visited people’s chacras, their small plots of land where they cultivate random collections of cane sugar, fruit trees, vegetables and grains. We walked and walked up hills so steep that all of us were winded at the top, while the 90 year old chacra owner is trudging past us like he does all day, every day.







We took a zip line in a wooden box over a river to someone’s chacra on the other side. We visited a trout farm and a waterfall. We drove to a little town famous for manjar, a sweet kind of like dulce-de-leche, and watched them make it in a huge iron pot over an open fire.

For two people who have been struggling in this sunless, gray, polluted city, we spent a week in paradise and deeply enjoyed it!!












1 comments:
Love the chicken story...You may end up with a little vegetarian on your hands! 'Don't eat anything with a face' is usually a vegetarian motto. So cute!
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