July 25- August 8 The final weeks were spent reveling in having found our daily rhythm: loading the boat, mid-day snacks and yerba mate, Ikea bags key to moving kit…
Abuela en la Parroquia de Santo Domingo
*Written by Fidgit* She was what made me acknowledge that we needed to go home. It wasn’t quite time yet but this was the moment I acknowledged that it would…
