Happiness is finding yourself as a child living in the midst of a tribe, because as it has been wisely said: “it takes a village to raise a child.”
Sometimes the safest place in the world can be as simple as the closeness and intimacy with a parent or a grandparent and at those moments their bodies seem to shield us from all what can threaten or hurt us.
photo taken: little girl near a small shop in Boracay
Those who have little often are the ones who give selflessly…
This is so true of nomadic people all over the world. Hospitality is part of who they are as people and they are known to welcome their guest by offering them the best of the little that they have. It is an insult to reject their hospitality perhaps because that would suggest hostility towards the host. The Kyrgus people of lake Karakol are no different and their soup is a most delicious offering to a traveler in the high mountains. Dare mention how good the food is and you are sure to be force-fed a second portion!
photo taken: a grandmother hostess in her yurt offering soup to one of my fellow travelers.