>View from the Hammock

While in the Peace Corps, I had a great little house I lived in, in the small village of Cristo Rey in the foot hills of the Maya Mountains. I had a great porch and once I put up the hammock I had bought from a door to door Guatemalan salesman, I had found my peace. I sat in that hammock as my daily ritual. This was my view of my neighbor’s casita. Over those hills, I’d often see Toucans and parrots fly around. I’d hear the chatter of birds and watch folks drive past on the dusty road.

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