When dusk settles in at the Hostel in the Forest a bell is rang letting all forest residents know that dinner is about to be served. At the sound of the bell I eagerly find my way back to the kitchen tent. I meet today’s cook, the job of cook changes every day, and on this day the cook is a resident and not a hostel worker. She is wearing long colorful robes and a very practiced smile. Her white greying hair is pulled back behind her head and I feel invited by her large brown eyes. She has been working all day, she says, on this very important meal and has put all the love she could into all she could with great intention. I thank her for her efforts and say I am excited to eat something so lovingly prepared after spending the last few nights eating road food.
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