We started back, and after several turns found some small huts. The tiny village looked to have suffered no damage from the earthquake that had rattled the town, but these huts were a lot older, and had probably withstood other quakes before this one. Still, how would one know? Maybe their one pot had fallen off the wall. I don’t know. I don’t know how people live like that. I guess I was too spoiled by first world comfort. We nodded at the several adults and as we walked on by, and we were trailed by half a dozen children and a pack of dogs
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Back with the tour guides under the trees, we grabbed bottles of water and snacks and shared them with our kids. We had them sit in a circle and Steve started to teach them some songs in English. Some of the children knew a fair amount of the
