Her name was Lola...she was a slow girl

 Moving our camp from Pilcopata to Buena Vista involved a 45 minute van ride and a 30 minute boat ride. We were met in  Atalaya by our 2 boatmen and guides, Cesar and Romero, a dog named Oso and a sloth named Lola. Now like most of the population, I had never seen a sloth...and now I was being handed a backpack FULL OF SLOTH! I'm telling you, it was the most magical delightful unexpected blessing of all time!

If I understand the story correctly, Lola was rescued from the river by Cesar when she was very young. He has been her caretaker ever since and she is about 1 year old. She came with us because "she needs to spend some time in the jungle."

"Puedes vor Lola?" Oh yes, yes, we can watch Lola. And we did. Like a hawk. And she....barely...moved! Ah, I get the joke now, she doesn't exactly need watching. Still, she was hypnotic, mesmerizing...like watching extremely cute paint dry. She is my new spirit animal and I will never be the same.