The rooster crows and after some time, I understand that It’s about 4:30 in the morning. I never got the chance to acclimate to the time shift that comes with being on the other side of the world; even though I was rather flexible about rising to the sound of livestock than I was the insidious blare of the alarm on my phone. The morning air is brisk and refreshing in the early hours and quickly turns hot and arid come late morning. Each day consisted of long drives on winding narrow roads through lush valleys and up into mountainous communities full of simplistic wonders. Basotho men, women, and children adorned the roads with fruit and vegetable stands, tapping into the entrepreneurial spirit bestowed to them through the rich land. The smell of roasted corn filled the air in the center of the country’s capitol, Maseru. Masotho shepherds lead their herds on foot or horseback through the countryside and occasionally appear amidst cars, pedestrians, and inner city workings in Maseru. At each turn, Lesotho intoxicates every sense. The scenery is simply magical but, the spirit, language, culture, and overall being of the Basotho people lifts the vibrations of this country, rich in history and pride, to heights I’ve never felt in my life. I am eternally grateful to be able to capture this piece of my heart and share it with you all.