Julio didn’t speak a lick of English, but it didn’t matter. He was just the warmest, most patient individual, and you can tell that without speaking his language.

They’re not very trusting of outsiders — at first he really didn’t want us there.

It was very surreal, it was very traditional. We were bringing offerings, and I had a blanket in my hands, offering it to Chief Julio.

You can tell there’s a lot of malnutrition issues there. One of the children, which some of our adults held, was a case of severe malnutrition.

I had to drag the cross down the street with a crown of thorns on my head.