Llachon is a place that is dug out of red earth. The houses, the dusty road, everything comes from the same red earth. Everything that is not red earth is sky and water. The bluest you’ve ever seen. And everyone walks everywhere, with sheep and cows, and says buenos dias until the sun goes down. And the daytime is so hot. And the nighttime is so cold. And the tiny plaza has a pink church. And the owner of the house I stayed at sent his dog to see me off to Puno. He followed me to the plaza and waited by my side until the collectivo arrived. Then he trotted back to his house on the hill.
Posted on Jun 10th, 2012 at 07:24pm
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