So, last week, while I was riding, I went up through Pulaski, Tennessee, USA.
After a long day of riding, I had decided to stop there for the night, after a walk around town.
I sat down in a beautiful gazebo, and watched the sunset.
A man came up to me, and introduced himself as Boaz.
We talked for a little while. He told me that he belonged to a group of believers, and invited me to stay.
We went back to one of their places, where I wound up staying the next few days.
The Twelve Tribes is a Christian commune, sort of like a cross between a hippie commune and a church.
It exists around the planet, although it actually started in nearby Chattanooga, Tennessee.
While there, I helped out a bit at the Yellow Deli, their sandwich shop, and had a chance to participate in their many beautiful ceremonies.
I met some really amazing people here!
In addition to all the great folks in the Twelve Tribes themselves, I also met another fellow traveler who was staying there. Chris, a juggler, hitchhiked across America.
The Twelve Tribes live kind of like how Jesus lived. They also have their own practices, such as going to a Phish concert in a bright bus to spread the word..
Through a partnership with a group in Brazil, they use a lot of Yerba Mate.
After a short but brilliant stay, it was time to move on.
On the road again!!! :)