The mountains of Peru, where the Pacific winds meet the mists of the rainforest, as sure footed as goat and as exotic as a toucan, she travels alone with her quilted pouch, golden thread showing in the seams as it strains with the weight of her discoveries. Smooth stone figures, golden charms and glass as thin as sugar, the country opens itself to her as she is its witness and recorder, bearing all its secrets and riches, veins of shimmering and crisscrossed deep beneath the clay and dirt.