Flying Time

Time is flying in Hualla. This whole trip is flying by. I'll be sad when it's over because I've been so excited for this for so long. 

I've learned a lot I think. 

Tonight we danced with the locals with stalks of corn in our hands and held hands with women singing in Quechua. I ran into a little girl who remembered my name and said Brianna where are you going? Hualla is so welcoming. The people are so kind. I could go on forever. 

25/06/17

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