When I look at this photo, I like to think that we were being escorted through the village by our little friend in the turquoise pyjamas (cuuuute!). In reality, his house was down the road from our homestay, lol. I wonder what it’s like to be this kid, going about my daily life with a clear water/black sand beach within close walking distance, and a gorgeous volcano in sight.

This village is definitely poor by western standards. Take heed to the notion that western “standards” can leave you with a skewed perception of what true wealth is.