Me and mah Purpletoe
When Karina and I were making our 5-hour soroche descent on the Inca Trail, my left foot started hurting pretty badly. Because of the stepless decline, my feet were being crammed into the toes of my boots. When I finally took them off in Ollantaytambo, I saw that I had…. a purple toenail.
It doesn´t hurt. It doesn´t bother me. It´s not heavy. It´s mah purpletoe.
And we´ve been together ever since.