I had been up since early morning, working on my research, still in my PJs. I longingly gazed out of the window at the sprawling city below and the mountains beyond, wondering what I should do in the afternoon when I took a break.

Just then, there was a loud knock on my door. It was my Cusceño neighbours, who I’d met in passing and made small talk with a couple of times.

“We’re making an offering today to Pachamama – the Mother Earth,” they said. Would I like to join them?

HELL YES!