I accidentally popped my blister yesterday, which turned out to be the worst time to pop it because Tara took us down to the beach after our day-long workshop on infant development, but in order to get down to the oceanside we had to traverse dirt, grass, and mud downhill.I tried to keep my flip flops on, but found myself slipping around everywhere (especially when we got to the mud). Thankfully, my blister doesn’t seem to be infected – although Tara did warn us to keep our feet protected when we get to Huancayo as it’ll be a whole different bacteria-infested story over there. Go GoreTex runners!
I love how human and down-to-earth (literally) Tara is. I like to think that I’m outdoorsy, but there I was, a little squirmy about getting my feet in the mud for no more than two minutes. We’ll see how I fare trekking through the Central Andes.