“Not all those who wander are lost.” – J. R. R. Tolkien
Mark and I moved to a new place this week. We’re still in Vilcabamba, but now we’re at home in an adobe bungalow/cottage on a hillside overlooking the village of Vilcabamba in the valley below. It’s a brisk 15 minute walk to the center of town, and there’s not much flat land here in the Southern Andes, so it’s either all uphill or all downhill. That’s what makes it brisk.
It’s quiet here. We can still hear the sounds of life in the valley, but they are secondary to the sounds of the birds and breeze coming through the windows. There are no air conditioning or heating units down here. You either open the window or close the window. It’s 80 degrees in the day and 60 degrees at night, with very little exception.
Our choir sang in the local church this past Sunday. It’s a church of “locals” (as opposed to the white “foreigners”) and it was very well received. We hope it will help make progress toward integration.
We had a great time last Friday night when we went to a local restaurant hot spot to hear our friends perform on the veranda as we had dinner. Jack (whose playing reminds me of Carlos Santana) and Julia played lots of classic rock while we ate a truly wonderful meal with about 12 friends. And guess who joined us — you’ll NEVER guess if you don’t follow alternative news online — Project Camelot’s very own Bill Ryan. Right here in lil ‘ol Vilcabamba. It was really a treat not only to see him in person, but to have dinner with him and tell him what his interviews have meant to us, and to get his take on what’s going on in the world. If not for his interviews, we would probably have never come to Ecuador. His interviews with George Greene and with Jim Humble were real catalysts for our research.
Will post pics shortly…
I’m learning about permaculture. It’s all part of the self-sustainability lifestyle we’re trying to build — and hopefully perpetuate — duh! So my focus for a while now has been on designing a mandala garden. It will have a small water source in the center as a focus of energy and source of water for the garden. We will probably have a half-acre building site, and that’s another reason for a mandala garden since we’ll need to make the most efficient use of our land. We’ll have chickens, which will stay inside a chook dome built exactly the size of a mandala segment. They’ll stay in a segment for two weeks digging, scratching, aerating, eating pests, and fertilizing the segment before we plant it. Then we move it on to the next recently harvested segment. That way we can have food growing year-round. I’ve got lots to learn about permaculture but I plan to learn lots from the Ecuadorians, once my Spanish improves, so I don’t waste time planting things that won’t grow here. There’s a lot to learn about what to plant to nourish the good critters in the soil, what species grow well next to each other, what grows quickly so it can be harvested before space hogs (not hogs from space!) get growing. If we don’t end up with a purist’s version of a mandala garden design, we’ll still have a compact garden with a water element. Since we’re in the Andes, there’s not a lot of flat land, so we may need to do some terracing. Still, our garden will have a beautiful authentic energy and will be situated near our meditation space.
I could smell that someone was burning a small wood fire in the distance. There was a breeze flowing through the sparse adobe rooms where Mark and I were taking a Reiki class. I have had a good bit of experience with Reiki through a practitioner who was a dear friend of mine in Iowa City. Mark had one healing experience with Reiki through my same dear friend when we traveled to Iowa City earlier this year. Yet here we were, both learning about how Reiki works and how to harness the energy to find peace and balance and healing through tuning in to the right energy frequency (I know, that’s over-simplifying it!!). Oh sure, we could learn this stuff in the States but it just isn’t the same. We are drawn to this special place by its energy. We are in a place where there are like-minded people. It’s the natural thing to do here. But that’s not to say we don’t think differently — we may have different life philosophies, political ideals, and we call the creative life force by different names. But Reiki is a way to find emotional and spiritual health and well-being from a beautiful soul.
Mark and I have joined the local choir. It is an a capella group which sings and performs songs in several languages — a true international bent — with hopes of expanding to include local Ecuadorians. Our next performance will be in the local church in hopes that we can attract Ecuadorian people to the choir. There is a natural unspoken divide between locals and foreigners here, largely due to the language barrier. But the gringos are working on it. It’s all understandable and both sides are working to overcome the barriers. By and large, everyone you meet has a smile for you and a kind word, even if you don’t know what it means.
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Vilcabamba is kind of like camp for grownups. We all have our favorite spot on the square in downtown Vilcabamba where we meet up with friends for a juice smoothie, we go to choir, we learn a new language, we practice Reiki, we eat incredibly delicious food in awe-inspiring places, we listen to live music, make art, sleep when we want, cook in our group kitchens, and push a bunch of tables together and eat meals made from whatever’s in the fridge with our friends.
Gotta run. We’re off to a raw food potluck. I’m taking some of my almost-famous salsa. What’s that? You say you haven’t had it yet? C’mon down to Vilcabamba and I’ll make you a fresh batch!
The Romans called it “Carpe Diem”, enjoy the day or the moment. Ecuadorians call it “Disfrute la vida”, enjoy life, an epicurean way of life with a Latin touch.
Three days after we left our comfortable home in Oxford Mississippi, we are settled in to our Casa Amarilla (Yellow House). We flew to Miami the first day and stayed the night — at least we got five hours of sleep before leaving at 3:30 AM for our flight to Quito Ecuador via a three-hour layover in Guayaquil. Quito is situated at an elevation of about 9,200 feet.
We stayed the night in Quito near the presidential palace and met a lovely Russian girl, Elia (azalea without the “az”) who was staying at the same hostal as us. She had been in South America five months on a solo quest for life direction. She spoke fluent English and had picked up enough Spanish to be our interpreter for the evening, and so we had our first Ecuadorian meal. We had shrimp and loved the freshness and flavor — without the risk of toxins that come with our post-oil-spill Gulf shrimp. Delightful meal! Delightful company! She reminded us of Caitlin in her age, strength, grace, and quiet boldness.
Yesterday started with another break-of-dawn flight from Quito to Loja. We saw breathtaking views of several snow-capped volcanoes, the tallest of which is about 22,000 feet. Our friends in Vilcabamba, Matt and Angela, had graciously arranged for someone to pick us up at the Loja airport, about 90 minutes north of Vilcabamba. We had carried a couple huge duffel bags of health food to them from their warehouse in the States. So the logistics of handling nine pieces of baggage through six airport encounters, customs, and three hotels left us exhausted at the end of the trip. But we’re not through with our story yet. When our Spanish-speaking driver dropped us at the Vilcabamba cabana we had reserved, we thought our travels were over for a couple of months. When the owner showed up, he looked at our luggage and shrugged. We didn’t understand until we started up the path from the base reception area to our cabana. It was a five-minute walk/hike nearly straight up a narrow dirt path to our incredibly primitive cabin, which didn’t really resemble the photo on the website. Very run down. Not just primitive. If we were looking to get away from it all in a truly remote location, it was perfect. But we are trying to decide if this is the place we want to live. So we didn’t unpack. We took a taxi (all of them are 4WDs here for good reason!) into Vilcabamba is search of alternative housing. We found a nice place called Casa Amarilla. It has five separate bedroom/bathroom spaces that all share a kitchen. Makes for a small community and lots of conversation and networking. Just what we need right now. So we got a taxi to take us back to our cabana to pick up our luggage. It took two trips each loaded with luggage straight up and straight down the hill to our cabana.
Anyway, we’ve already begun to see the magic of this sacred valley in action. More in the next post.
They say the devil is in the details. There are SO MANY details to cover before we hop on the plane for Ecuador. We are trying to:
- rent the house,
- consolidate our belongings (most of my earthly possessions are still in a storage unit),
- deal with airfare and travel arrangements,
- find long-term rental housing in Vilcabamba (finalized our cabana today!),
- passports (got ’em) and visas (applied for ’em),
- doggie daycare for Wagner and Maggie (staying with Grandma and Grandpa in New Albany, MS), and
- try to fit three months of travel supplies into two bags! Ugggh!!!
We’ve done hundreds of hours of research on Vilcabamba, Ecuador so we know what we’re doing and why we’re doing it.