I love these people. I hear this, and I am once again shivering in the tropics because of the altitude of the paramo. I look across the high valley and see cabbage, broccoli, and bitter greens interspersed with frailejones growing on a checkerboard pattern sometimes obscured by mist. I stop by a roadside posada for a hot chocolate . A beautiful brown Indian child looks at me with mistrust out of his jet black eyes yet offers to sell me a perro de mucuchies puppy. I stop at a hostel (posada), and eat fresh trout and potatoes before retiring for the evening. A wood fire keeping me warm, a warm wife in the bed, and deep peace in my heart . http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAEAwgz8k3U BTS
Edit: Amended with links.