I forgot a very important story from my trip to Arequipa.
It was really cold in the mountains. For the first day or so, I thought I could manage with just my two layers of long-sleeves. But as we journeyed along to the Colca Canyon, I couldn't stand it any longer. At one of our many stops along the road, I hastily purchased an alpaca sweater from a local woman. It cost me 30 soles (about 10 dollars). It was such a ridiculous sweater, but it kept me warm. When I got onto the bus, the woman sitting next to me told me how much she loved my sweater. In fact, at the next stop she bought one of her own. It was identical to mine. This woman was about 70 years old. But it's okay, I'll always love my grandma alpaca sweater.
It was really cold in the mountains. For the first day or so, I thought I could manage with just my two layers of long-sleeves. But as we journeyed along to the Colca Canyon, I couldn't stand it any longer. At one of our many stops along the road, I hastily purchased an alpaca sweater from a local woman. It cost me 30 soles (about 10 dollars). It was such a ridiculous sweater, but it kept me warm. When I got onto the bus, the woman sitting next to me told me how much she loved my sweater. In fact, at the next stop she bought one of her own. It was identical to mine. This woman was about 70 years old. But it's okay, I'll always love my grandma alpaca sweater.
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