Note the toddler on the table. His dad was playing the flute and gave him a couple of maracas. The young kid kept swaying with the music and gave it a crack with the maracas. It was blissful to watch him.

They were all dressed up in bright clothes. They were playing around on a Saturday morning. There was no way of conversing with them. They knew only Embera language.

The three Embera ladies had come out to receive us at the gate of the village

We should get to a clearing in the deep Panamanian jungles where the Embera village is.