A beautiful Spring day in the City of Eternal Spring. Flowers, palms, fruiting trees among the several niches and fountains of the hotel grounds. We are recovering from a long day of travel : left Ollantaytambo at 7 A.M., 6 hour layover in La Paz, plane delay, arrive Cochabamba 9:30 P.M.
“Sleep it is a (wonderous) thing, beloved from pole to pole .” Coleridge was right there. It was good. But this Cochabamba morning is clear and bright and steeped in the gentility of sixteenth centiry Spain. Spiced with the smiles and kindness of the Quechua Indians who seem only a little removed in time from their ancestors, the builders of Macchu Picchu.
My thoughts on that archeological site remain untyped (difficult wifi ecounters) but still rage within my head. I will put them, and all future notes on my Blog, so as not to clog the e mail of those of you who are not interested. For the others, go to my website “greaterstory.com” and click on the blog button.
Tomorrow work at the clinic begins. But today – – – –
Sex, Drugs, and Public Health 