Rice, sweat, dirt, other things.

Another startling realization that occurred during this afternoon’s yoga. I returned from sowing corn in the morning and having lunch with the group of women with time to do yoga before evening. During safsyvanhjama pose, I found my nose touching my shins experiencing something new, but familiar. I had smelled this on countless micros and mercados in Bolivia, but never before in my room. I inhaled. There it was. Dirt, salt, perspiration of rice and yerba mate. It was the smell of a campesina, and it was coming from my legs.

It is a day of great pride: I smell like a campesina!