Cribbon’s Point

I accidentally popped my blister yesterday, which turned out to be the worst time to pop it because Tara took us down to the beach after our day-long workshop on infant development, but in order to get down to the oceanside we had to traverse dirt, grass, and mud downhill.

I tried to keep my flip flops on, but found myself slipping around everywhere (especially when we got to the mud). Thankfully, my blister doesn’t seem to be infected – although Tara did warn us to keep our feet protected when we get to Huancayo as it’ll be a whole different bacteria-infested story over there. Go GoreTex runners!

I love how human and down-to-earth (literally) Tara is. I like to think that I’m outdoorsy, but there I was, a little squirmy about getting my feet in the mud for no more than two minutes. We’ll see how I fare trekking through the Central Andes.