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Home Visit in the Mountains


Two physical therapist and a nurse on a home visit, in a field.



Feli our Quechua translator, Tajel and Stephanie (PTs) and our patient. He was paralyzed at the age of 14 and is wheelchair bound. We evaluated him under a tin roof while it was raining. Then his aunt brought us hand made cheese and toasted corn.


The family farm, chakra (in Quechua)


The cute donkey


After our home visit we walked through Quinua Pampa a city up at 10,000 ft.
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  1. April J.July 3, 2012 at 5:50 PM

    Just amazing! LOVE the farm picture!

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  2. April J.July 3, 2012 at 5:53 PM

    This is April Jennings....oooops! :)

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  3. AngelJuly 9, 2012 at 1:09 PM

    omg the donkey's sitting in cactus?!

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  4. Amanda RoweJuly 9, 2012 at 3:42 PM

    Haha, no. He's sticking his head out through the cactus fence. :)

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