It's simple and beautiful, difficult and different every day.
Two years ago, I lived in huts like this with lovely yellow plaid hammocks and mosquito nets:
And saw this:
We traveled on a very small boat (with all 20 of us, two pieces of luggage each, a carry-on each, our water, food, and kitchen supplies), staying in each village for days at a time.
**All above photos by Kristen Torres-Toro, 2007**
By the end of my time there, I could predict the weather two days out based on sky and river conditions, I didn't remember what it was like not to smell like the river, and I became an expert in securing a hammock (the secret is in the knot). I felt so free. And the pink dolphins were pretty cool too.
So when our host said we'd get to go out on the river our final day, I couldn't believe it.
Everything about the afternoon was perfect--how the clouds played in the sky, how the sun felt so good, the way our laughter carried in the wind. Such a beautiful day.
**Above two Photos by Connie Rock**
After an hour, we pulled into a little village called Amazonas.
**Photos by Kristen Torres-Toro 2010**
There we met a bunch of people, visited the church, saw the cutest puppies in the world, and went swimming fully clothed. On the way back, it started to rain. Two pink dolphins swam past us.
Magical, those pink dolphins.
Oh, how I have missed that river.
See y'all Friday!
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