After a quick breakfast we all piled in the bus and made our
way further up the mountain to Glacier Lake. The change in altitude was
definitely noticeable as we were then 12500 feet above sea level. I would try
to describe the way the lake looked, but a picture is worth a hundred words (so
see the attached pictures). After some of the boys (and two women’s rights
fighters) jumped into the very cold lake, we all proceeded to hike down the mountain.
It was a very beautiful hike with rivers, creeks, mountain views, and a creepy
forest – it legitimately could have been a drawing from a Grimm Fairy Tale
book. Once we made it down the mountain, we proceeded to take an hour drive back
to the boy’s home. 
We all had a special lunch with boys upon our arrival.
Pachamanca is a BBQ type deal, except better and not really like a BBQ at all.
It begins by digging a large pit in the ground, filling it with food wrapped in
leaves, and then buried and left to cook for a while. The meal consisted of
beef, chicken, pork, potatoes, sweet bread, and corn. We all ate it with our
hands with the boys and enjoyed getting a little bit messy. In fact, a pregnant
pig was next to us squealing throughout the whole meal – it was pretty comical
for me, but most people were annoyed and were about to shoot it.
Some people went to play soccer with the boys
while the rest of began to pack. I was told that the gringos lost 5
to 2, as to be expected. Later after a light dinner of chicken soup, we all
went to have a final celebration with the boys. The celebration kicked off with
a game of hot potato with one major modification – the loser had to dance in
the middle of the group. Mrs. Bas and Mrs. Carter were the first to be sent in the
middle and dance to “Cotton Eye Joe.” Mrs. Bas later said that if they had
played Latin music she would have danced a lot better, regardless I think they
did a pretty good job and provided a lot of laughter for everyone else (at
their expense, but I’d like to think we were laughing with them, not at them).
Later, Angel and Rosa’s oldest son’s dance group performed a dance local to the
region and then taught us how to do it as well. We danced for another half hour
and finished dancing to a song about how we would all see each other again one
day, whether in person or in heaven. The
night was finished by Angel (the house father) praying over all of us and
saying “Buenos noches” and hugging
each boy before going to bed.
Aerial view of Kusi
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