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Published: November 16th 2015
We had Christmas with our son Simon in Canada...a road trip through Utah & Arizona during a polar vortex ending staying with Home & Away in Colorado...another road trip down the Blues Highway from Memphis BB King's Blues Club to New Orleans juke joints...schmoozing, bluesing & cruising the Caribbean with those darn Binkleys.
It's time for our South American leg that we only added to meet Tara Cloud.
Peru, Bolivia & Nthn Chile.
Nil planning...dreaming of soaring with condors.
Arrive in Arequipa...Tara there to meet us.
Loaded up with her new camera and various gear we'd collected from Home & Away for her.
"Did you get me a window seat on the flight to Cusco?"
"No. They only let us book three together."
"I'll change the seats," she says...jumping for joy when she has done so.
Our hotel borders the Plaza de Armas and the Cathedral looks down on our balcony while we sip tea and chuckle that we are finally here.
Then a demonstration gathers on the cathedral steps like a storm brewing...while a Roman centurion whips the chained and collared in white tunics crawling towards
us... chanting picketers a following.
Immediately I feel at home...'cause home is where the heart is.
For the next month this fabulous continent that is South America is where our heart is.
And who better I had been thinking...than Tara to show us around?
After Peruvian crepes and glasses of fresh juices it seemed only appropriate to seek some penance and enter monastic life.
So Tara took us to the Santa Catarina Monastery...an old cloistered convent made from the white volcanic rock that pens Arequipa's name as "The White City."
I thought the word carved on an entrance arch "Silencio" meant "Silence" but based on the incessant chattering of Tara and Denise one assumes it means something else!
It was tradition that Peruvian families would give their second daughters to the Church to be nuns.
Many came to be cloistered at Santa Catarina.
The quality of their lodging depended on the benificence of their parents as patrons.
Their quarters are faithfully preserved for the tourist dollar...thus the monastery can continue to bolster it's coffers.
While the angles, arcs and colours were appealing, it was the
religious relics that really captured my interest.
So began my search for enlightenment of the essence of Catholicism in South America.
A quest that led to some startling discoveries.
Something to look forward to.
Challenging perceptions, beliefs, doctrines.
Tara takes us to "the Number 1 restaurant in Arequipa"...Zig Zag... just near the San Francisco Cathedral.
Amazing meal...our shout.
Takes some photos of us with her new camera.
"How'd they come out?" I ask.
"Don't know. Don't know how to do it."
I take her camera, various buttons, press one.
"It's this one."
"Excellent. The photos have come out very well," she says.
"Let me show you Tara.
If you want to hit playback...just press this button."
But dark clouds were gathering.
A storm was brewing.
Then the storm hit.
Left us shocked and confused.
These dancers who just wanna have a good time.
Didn't see it coming.
Yet with something in the air...we probably should have.
Then there was silence.
Then the softest sounds.
The sounds of our breathing...our heart beats.
It was exhilarating.
Nothing as it turned out...booked at all.
Let's wing it.
Let's catch the updraughts and soar up and up.
Let's fly with the condors.
Let the wind carry us like feathers in the breeze.
Just how we like it.
Let's wing it.
Let the adventure begin.
It'll be quite a ride!!!!
Relax & Enjoy,
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