On Friday, Sabrina, Mas, and I Peace Corre’d through the town, across the river, through the sugarcane fields, across another river, across more fields, and up a big hill. Because we are IT volunteers, the excursion was photojournaled.
Campo is Spanish for field/farmland/middle-of-nowhere. Sudor means to sweat.
Last time, this is where we realized we had to start running from the horses.
Mas and I crossing the river.
Sabrina climbing through a fence.
The view from the top at sunset.
Win!
It was dark on the run back, and we ran into a campo man with a shotgun and machete. He was friendly, and asked if we got scraped up when we were climbing the mountain. I wanted to take a picture, but my compañeros didn’t like the idea.
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