food poisoning is no joke
and boredom isn’t either
thank goodness for
stardew valley
food poisoning is no joke
and boredom isn’t either
thank goodness for
stardew valley
every day i fall in love with
every stray dog i see
every night i wish i could gently shush
every stray dog
i hear
the coca leaf is legal here
because the most it does
is give you about as much of a jolt as a cup of coffee
and numbs your mouth (if you chew it correctly)
it is illegal to bring any coca products
(leaves, teas, candies)
back with us to the US
white people…
i’d like to be a pisco sommelier
learn how to detect the floral notes and fruity undertones in
each
specific
bottle
then sip the sours ‘til dawn
with some words being recognizable
between Quechua and Japanese
humanity may be more closely
connected
than i thought
am i too hard on the Spanish?
yes they imperialized
and destroyed
and killed
but there’s less hiding of that past here.
i am used to the good old U S of A
where we pretend we’ve always been here
where we forced the natives of the land
to flat, remote distances
gave them shitty reserves
(and alcoholism)
as gifts for surviving a death march
where white people can pretend we aren’t on stolen land
because we never see the people we stole it from
but there are people throughout Peru
still speaking their language
(and oftentimes Spanish as well)
dressed as their ancestors dressed
living as their ancestors did.
the main attractions for tourism
are the Inca’s clues
i’m wary of European conquerors
because my ancestors either were them
or directly benefitted from them.
is it fair for me
to
blame the Spanish
for
the shame i hold in my heart?
(but they did imperialize
and destroy
and kill…
)
Intiwasi
Intikancha
Qorikancha
Qoricancha
Koricancha
Coricancha
Church of Santo Domingo
Convent of Santo Domingo
Cathedral
from house of gold
to worship house of the conquerors
does building a church on top of a (demolished) church
make a place more or less sacred?
my other musings
on Machu Picchu
paint a picture
that may not be entirely accurate
i loved the stones
and the vastness
and the hike
and the mountains
i took hundreds of photographs
i smiled as i touched stones
stones that were put together so many years ago
houses that people lived in
and my brain began to wander
will there be a residence of mine
that will end up an archaeological site
will future generations walk the train tracks
the way they devoutly follow the IncaTrail,
still on their way to see ancient Machu Picchu
can it last, with the number of tourists
increasing every day?
(i wanted to sit and absorb the history
the spirituality
but my sunburn was getting worse
and the other people felt too close
and centuries away,
so we left and ate amazing food
and i pined for Machu Picchu
as our train followed those tracks
away)
when coming to Machu Picchu
many people call it a
‘bucket list trip’
to be there
to hike the entire Inca trail
it has also been called
‘a professional photographer’s dream’
and
‘spiritual’
but what happens when the busses
splattering mud
spewing diesel
cart tourists up and down that winding mountain road
all day long?
are we really experiencing something fantastic
before we die?
recording in image the beauty of long ago?
connecting spiritually to the past?
or are we simply a cog in a (money-making) machine?
how much of our respective ‘esposos’ can we talk about
and laugh
before the commonalities become apparent
and our wedding rings begin to look too similar?
(on homosexuality being illegal
but not necessarily punishable)
if my feet could pound air into my lungs
the way they pound steps into the ground
i wouldn’t suspect i have asthma.
kissed by a llama
hiking towards Machu Picchu
must be good luck