Behind Dona Geralda’s farm is a trench-like path of orange sand leading down to the farmland far below. Lizandra, Natalia and I went exploring before lunch, and had quite the workout descending and climbing back up the path.




Lizandra told us that in 1997,   heavy rains caused a mudslide that almost completely wiped out the small village of clay houses below. Three lives were lost, and only two abandoned houses remain. Now, no one lives on the land below, but the fertile ground is used to grow crops, and pasture their horses, cows and sheep.






On the way back, we encountered a donkey carrying a large load of grass, with his owner perched comfortably on top. You could barely see the donkey’s face from the front, or his little rump behind; living up to his kind’s title, beast of burden




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