Today while cycling uphill in the Central Highlands of Ecuador, I saw a woman working alone with the hay near a 3300-m pass. Nearby, some cows were grazing.
“How is life in this village?” I asked her.
“Only a few people live here. The weather is cold. There is no other work except agriculture and grazing animals.”
“You don’t want to live in a city?”
“This is my home and these animals are my family. I cannot move to a city and leave them behind. I am like their mother!”