Peru. The sun beats down. She weaves, then looks up at me with a hint of amusement. Her gestures are deliberate, honed by a lifetime of practice. Her time-worn face contrasts with her bright, lively eyes. A profound serenity radiates from her, as if each thread she draws were stitching together the past and the present. Fascinated, I step closer and introduce myself to this woman from Isla Taquile.