This is señor and señora Vera. As it neared dark one day I knocked on their… well I approached their home and asked if I could set my tent up on their property. They said yes but then insisted that I actually stay in the house with them. The señor showed me to the river behind their house so I could bathe while his wife cooked me a modest meal of rice, banana and cheese. They shared their life stories with me, about how the señor never learned to read or write and hacked away at the jungle with a machete his whole life and how the señora misses having their 13 children at home. I watched dramatic telenovelas with them through a black and white fuzzy TV to the late hours before crawling into a mosquito netted bed. People and moments like this help maintain my faith in the general goodness of humans. Gracias