Arrival in Cuzco
I said I would buy him his own soccer ball, and he said he would rather I give my dollars to a local shelter we were walking by at the time. I couldnt believe it. I told him I would give the money to the shelter in his name, and that he had to go with me. I gave all the dollars in my wallet, and started crying. This isnt the first time something like this has happened, but I havent written about it in the past. He went on to say the soccer ball wasnt important, and that the ball I bought they were supposed to share anyway. I was so impressed how he wanted to earn his own money. I tried to help him sell paintings and realized how hard it was. He knew exactly where everyone was from, and could tell in advance who would blow him off. Really nice, street smart kid.

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