The rumble of my Tio’s tiny old truck would threaten to put me to sleep at the wheel if not for the jostling as it bumped and jumped down the road. The usual crates to transport produce were replaced with my luggage as I took the old beast of burden onward into the tree line. The foliage soon swallowed up the distant sounds of the bustling markets, the smells of heavily seasoned meats and breads, and