Life Peace by Piece

Peru

It was Thursday morning April 26, 2012, and I woke to what can only be described as the sound of the Andes. I opened the

Manaus

Linda wakes at dawn to bird songs, and the fresh smell of heavy dew that rests on exotic leaves that stand as tall as a

Costa Rica

I woke with the sunrise, only minding the ocean, never minding the time, and I had finally caught its rhythm. Salt burns on my elbows