Un apretón de manos
Recojo las expresiones de Life, Thoughts & Coffee , para compartir con ustedes una experiencia gratificante de lo que significa viajar por el Ecuador y llegar hasta Loja:
The last person to board before leaving the Vilcabamba bus station was a ninety-five year old man. This I heard from another passenger. He had a full head of the blackest of black hair and as he stepped up he looked at the bus driver and shook his hand. As he came to the first passenger he continued the hand shake, and while looking into the eyes of the one whose hand he was shaking he said a few words in Spanish. I wish that I’d understood what he said. When he got to me, I noticed the most innocent of eyes as he stood before me. They were radiating kindness. Such kindness I’d never seen in eyes before.
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