This is the veranda, or balcony, of the house that we lived in in Bolivia. When it wasn't too hot outside I would lay out in my hammock and think about how blessed I was to be in that country, in that place, with my man. There was usually a breeze. It was so quiet in the neighborhood. The only downside was that the house was on a round-about and there were several taxi drivers that would park in front of the house on the other side. They could see us really well from where they parked. I would look down at them and see them staring up at me. They probably made up stories about me and my husband - we were an oddity there.
I miss those months.
When I was looking for this picture I found some of myself at 20. I was so thin, long hair, no makeup. That's when I looked up to, so to speak, and wanted to be one of those sort of hippie "world travelers." That is, the kind that would sometimes sport professional cameras and backpacks with 2 sets of clothes in them. Well, I dont think those backpacks will fit my two children.
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