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I did nearly nothing today.

Awoke to an open window full of green mountains, had fresh papaya for breakfast outside, wandered down a steep cobbled street to a tiny town square where I had coffee and watched the locals watch me watch them. I lumbered back up the hill, pretending to stop for photo ops when the altitude got stingy with my breath, leisurely observed the way the ornate wooden doors and metal hinges rusted into something unintentionally lovely.

I sat too long by a small cold pool overlooking an incredible valley and the hulking jungle mountains that overlap each other like a line of staggered soldiers on either side. I drank a pisco sour. I lazily bantered with my funny partner in crime. I read. I day dreamed. In the afternoon, I watched the fog muster thick as a crowd, veiling all but the nearest peaks.

Now, it is nearly evening.

And I sit watching this salmon light faint in one far corner of the valley. And I try to memorize how it waltzes with the leftover clouds and haze, weaving a sky of glow and inky shadow.

On the shins of the mountain, tiny house lights are coming on and you can only just make out the frame of palm arms and banana trees that flank crimped tin roofs in the encroaching dark.

Somewhere behind me, I hear music I don´t recognize coming from a little hostel that perches on the shoulders of a shangrila-like town called Coroico.

It was a good day.

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