The caravan thunders onward
To the distant dream of the city
The caravan carries me onward
On my way at last
I recently got back from two and a half weeks in Ecuador’s Amazon jungle, and boy was I glad to make it back to L.A., as I’ll explain why in the lines that follow.
Precisely, I was in my old Peace Corps site living with a host family in ...
Time and Motion
Time and motion
Wind and sun and rain
Days connect like boxcars in a train
One year ago, I completed my service as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Ecuador. To celebrate my one year anniversary, as well as to take care of some official business, I recently returned to my old site for one week.
When I arrived to Quito, I found that the national airlin...
If we need too much attention
Not content with being cool
We must throw ourselves wide open
And start acting like a fool
If we need too much approval
Then the cuts can seem too cruel
Friends, the situation is growing more dire with each passing day. My resources are stretched to the limit.
I barely have enough money to buy food, let alone ot...
From the point of ignition
To the final drive
The point of a journey
Is not to arrive
Anything can happen...
The other day, I attended the birthday party of a Shuar Indigenous woman named Carmen. She is an older woman, probably in her 50s, but I know her and her family a bit. I´ve given trees and seeds to them on occasion, and they given me y...