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Urubamba Peru 

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The whole wide world is out there.. Just waiting

Paracas Peru

Paracas Peru 

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Hucachina Peru 

Black on Black HIghtop converse

I sat in the portal of my tent, my home, and began putting my shoes on. As i did so i tried to remember all the things that these shoes have come to know. These shoes have gone halfway across a continent; and they have watched some spectacular things.

These shoes have sat on many buses, looking out at the breathtaking beauty that is the Andes. They have slid along rocks in a crystal clear river in the jungle. They have gotten lost in the canopy; they have watched monkeys fly through the trees. These sneakers, they have known the western coastline at sunset and the fall of night in the desert. They have climbed to see glaciers and crawled under electric fences. They have felt the earth breath underneath them and they have met the spirit of wachuma. They have danced salsa with beautiful Peruvian men in a crowd full of people in celebration. They have watched fireworks explode over a sacred place and conversed about communism in a foreign language. They have touched disgusting floor, and been drenched in the hot rain of the tropics. They have seen the sun set on mountains of sand and listened as every noise in the dark echoed larger than life against the dunes. They have seen both good luck and bad. They have crossed mountains and picked coffee. They have hung inches from the floor as they rode across a beautiful wasteland on a tiny motorcycle. They have stayed on my feet through freezing cold and smoldering heat. My shoes have stories that they could tell you, they have many things to say. They have gotten lost, and found themselves in a place where the locals did not expect them. They have received gifts from strangers, simply to welcome them to Peru. My shoes, they have seen a woman without a home cry in thanks for less than four dollars. They have seen cows take over roads and horses escape from their stables. They have watched mist rise as the sun came up above Machu Picchu.  They have walked across a dirt floor, scattered with hundreds of guinea pigs and listened to a woman laugh and discuss her life and culture. They have watched the world turn as they conversed with Willie Nelson’s nephew. They have shaken with fear as a truck drove along the very edge of a mountain. 

My shoes have gotten dirty. They have been worn away in certain places, they have grown tired of walking and left blisters on my feet, but oh could they tell you a story.