we missed the motorkars
We spent the last month (since iquitos) out of communication with our biological families while turning into our own little family unit. We all thought we were so close back right after training camp, but little did we know we still had alot of our team left to meet and love.
When we first got to the airport in Iquitos I met Cesar. I was carrying my purse, my big packand my hard case guitar. This ´strange´ peruvian man came up and tried to help me with my guitar, and my thoughts were thiscrazy peruvian is going to try and run away with my guitar. So i replied No and avoided eye...