(Connie's POV)
The cooperative sits a short drive from camp, a low cluster of buildings with bright fabric strung between them, and the second we step inside I can tell it's the kind of place run by people who actually know what they're doing rather than the kind of place performing "authentic experience" for a tour bus schedule.
Beadwork covers half the tables — necklaces, bracelets, patterns that clearly carry meaning I don't fully understand but recognize as deliberate rather than decorative.
Textiles hang along one wall, dyed in deep, saturated colors, woven by hands I watch actually working at a loom in the corner while we browse.
An NGO helped set the whole thing up years back, one of the women explains, but it's entirely run by them now, self-sustaining, their own decisions abou
