The year is 1987 and my father, Juan is 30 years old. He decided to leave his hometown, Uruguay to travel the world, he didn't know where he was going or how he was going to get there, but he thought to himself “that's what will make it an excursion”. He had been traveling for a few days now; he had only a big dark green traveler's backpack with enough money to get him from town to town while selling handmade jewelry in artisan markets. He was about 5'7, tan, dreads with a hippie look.
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