This Sunday Hugo, Desy and I took a little day trip to San Marcos, a small town about 1.5 hours from Cajamarca. We went to get out of town, take a little hike, and enjoy the company of friends that live there. The hike proved to be just what our bodies needed, downhill for more than 2.5 hours, and along the way we got to see one of the last of functioning flourmills in the area. The mill, pictured below, works by a large metal gear that works only when there is a strong water flow in the water canal below. Above, the two large stones turn to grind seed into flour. A small, older women watches the turning stones day and night. It was as if we had walked into the past, another world, the simple way of doing things.
No comments:
Post a Comment