This poem was written by Krista's good friend Jeremy in Santa Cruz, Bolivia for Krista Hunt Ausland on the night of Krista's death. I celebrate your joy. The night I met you we saw gauchos stomp black boots, wave white sombreros, twirl rings of fire. Laughter danced in your eyes and your face flickered in the half-dark as we tried to talk above charangos, quenas, and drums. Already in the throaty throb of that music I knew your joy. I learned more about the dance of