At a village thatโs surrounded by mountains that touch the clouds, we were told to hike up to its El Castillo part (also called Bulnes de Arriba).
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The castillo was what we expected to see. But instead, we bumped into him, bucket in hand.
โWhere are you from?โ Him in Spanish.
โAmerica.โ Me with my limited Espaรฑol. (Side note: To avoid confusion, weโve long decided to not say we are from Los Angeles in Spanish speaking countries. Go here and youโll know why.)
As we turned around the corner after him, we discovered beautiful vista and the happiest chicken in my opinion.
Nonetheless, I sensed a troubled cloud on his forehead somehow.
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โPeru?โ Finally, he asked, minutes later.
โHuh?โ
After a few back-and-forth, I realized what he meant - the Peru in the America.
โOh, no, Estados Unidos.โ Me again, putting my best foot forward in Spanish.
Relieved, off he went, leaving us with the chicken, roaming at our will. Until, we realized we had more to learn than things like where we are from - โborrowingโ from your neighbors, at free will.
Do you want to know how we figured out it was not her house?
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