A vendor appears to be sleeping is actually repeatedly picking up and dropping coca leaves in her lap and intermittently blowing on them offering gratitude for Pachamama. All awhile, a big festival was going on, but yet she was in her own world. It's easy to walk past this scene, but stopping and watching teaches about how long the days must be for her. She hails from the countryside and suffers deep ennui away from the mountains and land she deeply loves. I'm celebrating the often overlooked