Day 3

Last night we went to dinner, buffet style and tasty food with Pisco sours and wine, and to see the cultural dances of Peru. I sat by the stage and took a lot of pictures of the colorful dancers and wild going´s on -- one dance where the guy was trying to light the tail (like a hankie hanging from the back of her skirt at waist height) of the girl with a burning candle. She keept swishing the candle out with her sensuous gyrations. The passion in their dances!! Today we go to Shantytown where the homeless people moved and built colorful shacks on the side of the mountain. We´ll go to the market their too. I look forward to the market to see the handicrafts of the people. Yesterday, at one of the little market areas, a mountain woman was trying hats on my head for me to buy -- those woven hats that look like a ski cap. The hats did not fit and as she said my head was muy gordo, too big (fat). We then had our picture taken together and i said she could be mi Peru esposa and she gave me her very old, brown, and mountain wrinkled smile. I am anxious (cançt wait) to leave this coastal area and get to the mountains.
Okay, here are a few random, musings that popped into my head on the flight from Baltimore to Atlanta and then on to Lima:
__ Seated, buckeled in, taxied, and taking off -- i finally let go of control, surrendered to the hands of the pilot, and maybe God´s gold braided angel. Why haven´t i learned this lesson yet?
__ Climbing to altitude, i marvel. Why is it distance improves vision?
__ Flying above the clouds, does God even love this planet more?
__ Why do we throw stones harder at others than we do ourselves?
__ Is it true that everybody is going somewhere and nobody is going anywhere?
__ Is it also true that we leave on a trip with new eyes but come home to find our old ones again?
__ Parting air at 650 mph, do you think this bird of gray, steel skin and unflappable wings ever gets perturbed at turbulance?
__ With no sound on the Tv and the people going thru the motions, why does it sometimes seem easier without the words?
__ Why are there always more questions than answers?
__ Where do your bones call home?
__ Waiting and waiting with pen in hand, could it be the muse is out of range at 35,000 feet?
__ Is is when abandoned and lost upon a desert sea, that you finally stumble upon yourself?
__ Is life a searh for light between the light at the end of both tunnels?
__ Is expectation the exit line for eqinimity?
__ What flags do you bear that others bid you put down?
__ Where do facts go to take rest?
__ The airplane was so long that by the time i walked back to the bathroom, i was half way to Lima.
__ Is bruising ever not possible from falling in love?
__ Descending with flaps down, i wonder do geese ever lose perspective once upon their feet?
Ciao,
Juan of Parkton!