I'm having a hard time putting into words what the last 4 weeks have meant to me. So many incredible moments along dirt roads where we felt we would drive right off the cliff, jumping out of the van for Chicha with farmers on a break, the incessant propina and of course these beautiful friendships I wish would all come with me to NYC. Just now, a hug goodbye from Ernesto and my my heart hangs heavy as I prepare to head home. Can't we start this again tomorrow? Please...