April 25, 2012

Greek Busts, Peacocks, & Semana Santa

We spent the last week of our trip in Huaraz, Peru. Our visit to the Cordillera Blanca (white mountains) coincided with Semana Santa (Holy Week). Parades marched through the streets with full brass bands in tow to set the pace. Women wafted urns of burning incense while the men took turns bearing the heavy load of the altar pieces as a demonstration of their piety. The altars were made of wood and carried by ten men who stumbled methodically down the rough streets, just as Jesus would have done when he bore the cross. The Easter morning processions which began at different points throughout town united in the Plaza de Armas for the commencement ceremony. One of the altars was a giant hand painted globe which cracked open. Jesus emerged from the center of the globe amidst the flapping of pigeons escaping confinement and a cloud of fuchsia smoke. It was at that moment that the German girl standing by my side asked me if the word kitsch exists in English. "Yes, it most certainly does."

Alas, despite our disinterest in Lima, it was inevitable that we would spend at least one day wandering its streets. Taking an overnight bus which left at 10:30 pm, arriving in Lima at 5 am. Snagging a fellow gringo who was traveling alone, we figured out how to walk to Lima's Plaza de Armas from the central district. Warding off baffled taxi drivers who understandingly did not comprehend these three heavily loaded gringos who were bound and determined to save a buck (even at pre-dawn), we set off in the prescribed direction. Our search proved to be relatively. simple and fruitful because thirty minutes later the empty plaza came into view. Relaxing on a marble bench, the three of us shared cookies and fruit, swapping stories and enjoying the sunrise.

Lima's Plaza de Armas

Grimy from our overnight bus ride, we decided to find Hotel Espana to see if they would let us store our bags, hang out in their lobby, and take showers. Our flights were leaving around 1 am so we wouldn't be spending the night. Between my friendly Spanish and a sympathetic hotel manager, we were invited to spend as much time as we needed in the hotel without paying a single dime for their hospitality! The building was quirky and packed with religious baroque paintings, antique tiled floors, gaudy chandeliers, super-sized Greek busts, and a rooftop garden complete with live tortoises and peacocks. I had a new found respect for Lima after that sleepy, but pleasant day spent reading and wandering to different cafes in the central district.

After nearly four months of traveling, we were finally headed home. We have trekked nearly 250 miles, bussed approximately 5,000 miles, flown 3,000 miles worth of intercontinental flights, and boated more than 1,500 miles. Tallying our efforts is rather arbitrary, but seeing the numbers reminds me of how we managed to see so much and go so far without feeling rushed. We always managed to slow down and appreciate where we were--especially in Chile and Argentina!

So thanks to my voracious readers who were allegedly foaming at the mouth at the thought of reading my next post. Alas, this is the last post (ah hem, I have admittedly been back in the US for two weeks now) until the next trip! Adios folks!

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