First Impressions by Wes Newbury

By Wes Newbury To be fair, neither my words nor my pictures will ever come close to capturing the beauty of Ollanta.Even as I experience it, I cannot grasp it.What follows is thus an endeavor in futility.These are my first impressions. Every morning I awake to the song of birds and the smell of a wood stove.Sun light beams through my window and beckens me to my feet. The balcony is aglow with early morning light I stretch and hear the familiar sound of our neighbors radio. This morning, the rythym that could only be a Latino salsa fills the...