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Last week I had the extraordinary privilege of visiting four rural Peruvian coffee growing communities in a row. The visit that affected me the most, was Tallapampa, where the people welcomed us with the gift of a peak into their culture, this included demonstrations of a traditional dance, (by the cute children of course), and of weaving which is pictured.
I spent a lot of the day pretending like I wasn't crying. I was... so grateful, *filled* with gratitude, that the community members thought we, thought I was worthy of being given... this piece of who they are, because that's what culture is.
I am wrangling with being worthy of this kindness, the grace, resilience and welcoming they showed me. The fact that some people walked 2-3 hours with heavy bags of coffee to be part of the visit. The privilege that I have in that I got to leave, go back to my cushy room while Tallapampa is still campaigning, and has been for years to get electricity to their school. That our lives and the accessibility of opportunity looks so different, but there is also still so much to connect with across difference. All these things are both big things and small things, and I don't quite know what to do with them.
What I do know is that the reality of the people who live in Tallapampa is hard, but they are *succeeding* at improving their own lives and it makes me feel so much knowing this, and being lucky enough to witness it.