It sounds so sad, the West Peruvian dove on the fence outside my room. It looks so sad the mist-white Lima evening sky. It feels so sad to be leaving South America again, after a stolen sojourn here.
Stride through your Andes, Juan, inspiring visitors with tales of Inca kings and Spanish conquerors. Wade through those Amazonian muds, Fernando, sharing all the knowledge of the forest's birds and mammals held in your quick eyes and your sharp ears. Laugh your big laugh Renato as you usher new friends to the dry-sky wastes of Ica and Paracas.
Iré con Ustedes en mi corazón.