We've just had a wonderful surprise.
After thinking for months that Angela, the extremely old woman who has visited Moni since it opened, had died, Ali spotted her walking past the cafe.
I chased up the street and using my best sign language asked her to come back to the cafe for a drink.
Angela doesn't speak a word of Spanish, only Quechua.
She had a worse stoop than usual, which made her seem even shorter, but didn't look too bad health wise.
It's been quite a while since we saw her having a shower in the fountain at the bottom of our road. We had to get Miriam to translate into Spanish for us although I don't think I would have understood the story Angela told if it had been in English.
Apparently she had just got back from Puerto Maldonado in the jungle where she had been visiting family.
In her 80 or so years she had never left Cusco before.
She went to the jungle in the back of a lorry stacked with wood, the lorry crashed and she fell out, hurting her arm.
She then started describing the jungle with her hands and better still her face.
She told us she had seen snakes as thick as tree trunks and huge frogs that make your feet swell up if you lick them.
We gave her a cup of tea and a piece of cake and she gave us her wonky smile.
It's great to have her back.