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Yes, we are at the end ...
So what can we say?
not say anything well, not tears and tearful, I chronicle of events experienced in the last two days have seen the video as
Friday we went to the entrance of the school dell'urcupiña dance for the party (and not urKupiña as I wrote earlier), the experience was overwhelming because the music was beautiful and the dancers (as you may have seen) bursting with energy from everywhere ... the thing that you do not know still is that the undersigned has slipped AMONG the parade as a photographer and was hit a couple of times: a skirt of an immense sciura octogenarian and the other by a fifteen-scalmanatissimo dancing dress bull ... Fortunately, all without consequences for both but only few apologies and shove each other (yes, they had taken me seriously ...)
Saturday morning shopping spree (more or less) and stroll downtown while the afternoon was gone caritas from Italy to design the stage to be placed along the route of the walk.
at 23.30 you leave home for the walk (a kind of procession \\ walk \\ migration) leading from Cochabamba to Quillaquollo [chiiacoiio] over a distance of 14km and a half plus 4 optional end known as the "ordeal" and described as -the hardest-
Along the way you see everything: mothers pushing prams, small families of three or four generations that accrue to chat, groups truzzetti (who infest the air here), girls laughing, curious about foreigners, all cholate tasks and campesinos held in great holiday, a bit 'a picture of this wonderful country that can give a thousand and two facets but conflicts and come together in these ancient rites and then reconverted to Christianity [daisy leave the task to explain what the rite dell'urcupi na]
one step after another and a coca leaf after another after the arrival perfectly straight 14 km occurred at 05:10 this morning in downtown Quillacollo.
At that point his head to Mark's imperious, as befits a manager of that caliber, who asks if the feeling of completing the work coming to Calvary, but feared the surprise Luca withdraws along with Julia and Clare (Margaret had given lump sum kilometers per second) and I am alone to do by Sancho (without) our Panza to Don Quixote's going to attack the dreaded "ordeal" that reveals how aggressive the windmills: it is a straight 4 km in slight rise that ends with the mountain on which lies the shrine dell'urcupiña. to make bold reach the goal at 06.30 just in time to see a show goosebumps: the top of the hill is covered with small tents where you glimpsed the light of a candle, the shapes of the indigenous rituals that reproduce their ancestral to the west and the bright full moon sets behind the Andes just in time to allow the sky to the east is a solid pink color that goes slowly to die out one by one.
after this spectacle of nature surrounded by a multitude of colorful tents, the Aymara, Quechua and so on and so forth, we decide it's time to go back to Cocha cold and sleeping more than ever ... shame on arrival at 7.40 let me sleep past and in fact here I am still confident, standing up from six in the morning hours ... I usually sleep well at night at 1:30 at a concert ...
for the moment is everything.
Greetings readers, I'll pack your bags for the return.