Wednesday, 18 Apr 2012 | Views [157] | Scholarship Entry
It’s 10 a.m., and the jug of Puro is being passed around as if it’s fresh-brewed coffee. Ernesto warned me to be careful of his Uncle’s moonshine, but how could I say no to my hosts for the weekend? We’ve traveled two hours on winding mountain roads ... Read more >
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