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We walked into the tiny courtyard, where I showed them some basic Tai Chi
movements, Kung Fu, and a few yoga movements. We laughed and joked as I got
them to try the moves on me.

“How did you do that?” Asked Jesus when he found himself on the ground
with his arm behind him. I did it in slow motion, and made sure to catch his back.
I showed him it again.

“What I really need Dave, is something to relax.” Said Jaime. I heard the word
for relax, so I said, “do yoga.” I showed him the mountain position, and then the
tree. We laughed as Jaime tried the tree, and discovered that his sense of balance
wasn’t as keen as his road sense. Finally, it was time to sleep. We all had smiles on
our faces, and I felt better, since I imparted something of value to my hosts. I had
wondered how I would pay Jaime and Jesus back for their hospitality. Jaime figured
the yoga instruction was a good trade. Part of being a vagabond was knowing how
to barter. So far, I was able to barter English lessons, Kung Fu lessons, Tai Chi
lessons, basic yoga lessons, and even the occasional computer fix in the internet
caf.

e, for kitchen privileges, food, free internet time, and in this case, room and
board.

It was time to sleep, so Jaime’s aunt led us to our beds in the apartment. The
whole place was open to the outside, and the wooden floor creaked as I walked
in. I felt the breeze come through. We were at a lower elevation then Cuzco, so it
was warmer in the evening, but the breeze felt cool on my skin. I laid down in my
bed, and watched the moonlight stream through the glassless windows. The room
was open to the outside, and I saw the mountains in the moonlight; yet, the llama
blankets were warm enough to keep out the night chills.

I woke up the next morning to the crows of the rooster. Jaime went out with
his two cousins, Lizbeth and Ola to help them with their business. The girls ran a
tourist stand outside the train station, and they catered to the tourists who stopped
on their way to Macchu Picchu. The stand was a small shack made of corrugated
aluminum, and they sold sandwiches, snacks, pastries, and juice drinks. I washed
my face, and listened to the town stir in the morning. All around me, I could hear
the muffled sound of flowing water. Quietly, I opened the door, and stepped out of
the commune, to see the beginnings of day to day life.

In the soft light of the early morning, about 7 AM, a line of school girls, probably
between the ages of ten and twelve, walked to class. They were dressed in
green and white uniforms, which contrasted with their dark brown, reddish skin,
black hair, and they had backpacks on as they giggled and skipped on the way to 

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