From Palugo to Kroka


Rye and Savanah Performing

Well, here we are. Surrounded by snow, reentering the United States threshold safe and sound. Our last few days in Palugo were full of loving and celebration. On the day of our presentation for the community, we practiced our wild performance to no end and then dove immediately into feast preparation. All huddled in the kitchen, dishes from all sorts of origins and tastes began to appear on the table. From Baba ghanoush to lasagna, ice cream to attempted cinnamon candy, we filled our bellies to the brim looking at a clear sky. 

Liam Reading to the Crowd  

Dancing to the Music 

We gave gifts to each other, appreciating every dear person within our circle. We said goodbye to Mailey, as she went on her own adventure back home with a beyond thrilled mother. Before leaving for the airport, we felt the necessity to sweat out everything that hasn’t served us this semester in the sweat lodge we built and enjoyed the moments in the dark in song. Sweating it out, still not like the jungle, we submerged ourselves in probably the best spring water in the world flowing into the semester built garden pond. We said goodbye to our home of Palugo and failed to hold in tears. 

Waiting to Perform

Instead of bus, bike, boat or car, we all walked down the infamous Paulgo hill to the nearby town of Pifo. Looking back, we walked to yet another expedition. After one last breath of Ecuador’s city life, we drove to the airport. Walking into the clean floors and walls of the airport, we couldn’t look more like we’d had a wild adventure. Just to say we’d done this, we Misha pulled out his guitar in the middle of the airport and while holding hands we sang pulsing deeply rooted Quichua songs. We absolutely drew attention to ourselves, but it didn’t matter what anybody thought of us. There was no shame, no worries, just a security that as solidified within our group.


Here in winter land New Hampshire; we had a wonderful welcome of music and warm apple cider. We slipped beautifully on the now frozen beaver pond, and are becoming ready to see our parents. As its quite possible we will ever be here again, in the same place, with the same people, the same weather, we acknowledge this but know we must move on. We are a special group who always holds the possibility of not, yet it doesn’t stop us. We know this was simply just the introduction.


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