Last night I was a part of a ceremony that was years in the making. I am careful about who I pray in ceremony with and who holds the meeting and stress details so that I rarely go. Yet last week I found a trusted healer I know from Texas had moved to Ecuador and I could visit her and go to a ceremony and to Vision Quest!
We went to a sweat on Tuesday night and I realized that I have wanted to have a ceremony in my home country with someone I knew I trusted and felt safe.
Home is where the Grandma is, on to Vision Quest
Today I spent most of the day reflecting since there are no words to fully explained what happened. The experience was more emotional than visual, although the visual aspect was so intense that I cried since I with gratitude. I still am. I have been thanking everything since then.
I have an accent when I speak Spanish. My accent shows that I am not a native Spanish speaker, however, Spanish is the 1st language I learned. Then I learned German. Then I learned English, eventually I lost my Spanish accent. Having an gringo father will do that, as I lived in gringo neighborhoods growing up with my entrepreneur parents. You would not know this unless you knew since I was born. I have been in Ecuador for a month and have to explain where I am from to people of Ecuador, not to the tourist because they assume I am Ecuadorean.
My German-American grandmother be like…
I am from Ecaudor. I was born here. I moved to the states when I was young and stopped speaking Spanish around 3rd grade. It was a weird situation at home as the person that did not want Spanish in the home was the mother of my dad. She did not want people to confuse my mom, my brother and myself as Mexican. Before she passed away my grandmother did mention she always regretted her opinion of speaking Spanish as she realized that being able to is a real skill in this globalized economy. Strangely enough, since I lived in Texas everyone just assumes I am Mexican. Like everyone, as if the only people in the world with brown eyes and black hair who tan easily are from Mexico. My best friend in high school was Mexican and yes I was able to relate with her family far more than my gringa best friend in middle school. My current best friend is interracial and it is so strange how much we have in common, yet so much more of a relieve to have some that UNDERSTANDS. Do you know how hard it is to meet someone who loves bass music but enjoy the finer things in life?
I have told several people last week that I am from Ecaudor but have lived in the United States for 20 years. Why do I have to include that… oh yeah, my terrible accent. I can speak Spanish enough to get by but it is clear that it is so bad that I am not Ecuadorean enough. Of course I am not American enough. I have stopped trying to fit in anywhere and just say I am from down the street. It is also annoying to have anyone say how cool it is to be interracial. Like it is trendy. It is just something that happened.
It is my funny way of dealing with this constant question that others have about me. I walked down the street and now I am here. Now that I am here now we can do something fun, interesting and get on. Explaining where I am from is not going to explain very much about how I am now, especially right when I met someone. I come from all over. My father has a family that is only 2nd generation American. My mother has family in Europe. I lived in the states for most of my childhood and I am missing visiting the MAC counter right now to even out my sun kissed tan. I was raised to save most of my income and pay for cash for everything and that family is everything and do not take crap from anyone. I come from this country that is bio diverse and friendly and scary AF sometimes too. I also come from a flat land out in East Texas where it can smell like gas but my favorite cousins lives there so I do not mind. I have visited graves of my ancestors from all parts of the world. That is what being international is like. I am really from all over and it it hard for me to explain to anyone who has never even left their state that I feel nostaglic when I am communicating with someone over dramatic hand gestures more than words. I have this great sense of belonging to every moment that I am in because I do not know how long I will be there.
I really do not like explaining where I am from. I am not there anymore, I am not even only visiting, it just part of me. }
I can just tell you where I am now. I am here with family in Ecuador. I am happy to write that.
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Finally rested one full day after going to the Galapagos Islands and Banos, Ecaudor while being sick. I had spent a week on the northern coast of Ecuador before taking a 6 hour bus ride to Quito, Ecuador on the first day of having swimmer´s ear. I was lucky to have a pain killer on Sunday but it clearly changed my personality. I was no longer energetic, excited and bubbly person. Even my friend said, “I wish I could film how turnt down you are.” Being sick while in the most beautiful place on Earth was rough but I was extremely fortunately to be with a close friend who knows how to take lemons and make a really good adult beverage out of the sitatuion. Here is how I made it through a week of being sick.
1. Pain medication. Had it, used it and felt when I needed more.
2. Slept. I usually play all day AND GO HARD at local entertainment bars/clubs/pool halls but I just wanted to go to bed after spending time at the beach each day. Sleeping was so important to my recovery.
3. Did not drink at vacation quanities. Thinking about this more and I have not drank more than I typically do at home. In the past, I always drink regularly when I come to Ecuador but this time I just have not felt like it even when I was not sick.
4. Review evaluate my attitude. So many times this past week that I just straight up wanted to not do anything. It was horrible timing. Just thinking of the saying: if you want to make God laugh then make plans. I have been planning this trip for months and was in a foul mood because I was feeling horrible. However, I would take moments to just be thankful to be there and then move on.
5. Had a wonderful friend that was compassionate during that time. Even though my friend is compassionate she did not for a single day not allow me to stay in and do nothing. Traveling with someone who has a strong sense of self and has a straight up magical ability to flip the mood is a real gift. I am just lucky in that alone.
I have posted several photos on my instagram of the islands and 5 days was not enough. As for getting over swimmer´s ear, it just takes time and leaving the ear alone – much harder than it sounds. I am so thankful to have spent the time I did there and the over all experience was real treat. Although Athena got me to go rafting, canyoning AND hike to The Virgin in Banos, we are still friends. Just a wonderful person to travel with. Everyone needs a travel buddy like her.
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The scariest stores I ever heard when I was little were all set around La Nariz Del Diablo. I just was told that the Devil lives there and ghosts are all around the area. I was told this so many times that even NOW as an adult I do not like any kind of ghost stories AT ALL. Turns out that building the stretch of tracks did end up with thousands of workers dying. Even people believed that the Devil did not want these tracks to be built so everyone working there would die. It was such a beautiful day that I did not even think about any possible hauntings in the area. The $30 ticket is very much worth it. There is also a stop at the base of mountains to take pictures. Locals come with a llama and the $1.00 photo op is very much worth it.
$30.00 takes a visitor on a 2.4 ride and visit to La Nariz del Diablo. My mom used to tell me scary stories about this place – turns out they are true.
Lovely train with reversable seats
Ride out of Alausi
Ride out of Alausi
View of lower train station
Watch out that switch back track
I only looked at this window to take this picture.
Where the valley meets
La Nariz del Diablo
A worker has to manually change the tracks
Guide telling about this train route being built, Spanish speaking.
Reward for climbing? Food & drinks!
Awesome garden on the right.
Rare to see a switch back train track.
Choo choo! Really, breezy ride.
Perfect day to be outdoors.
Found a Spanish documentary about this area. It is so utterly beautiful here and I could not take an excellent phone since there was so much fog right when we arrived at the lower valley. Some of the photos in this documentary are also in the museum. However, I do not remember anyone serving me at the cafe, lol, maybe that used to happen but not when I went. Love the footage of Alasui as well! I am happy that I got to spend 4 days here, Alasui is such a sleepy town but during the time I was able to spend there I was very much alive.
Missing psytrance right now. I have no been connected to the internet for only 24 hours yet it feel like so much longer since I used to be connected all the time. Wonderful vacation to get to decompress from my typical life. I do need to keep up with things back at home so I am spending time at an internet cafe and found this.
Hope you enjoy your #MusicMonday
New to psytrance? It changed my life and I’ve been part of Atrium Obscrum since 2007. I found this awesome video which I’ve used to explain psytrance’s culutre.
I am heading back to the beach… You can check out these awesome psytrance albums to get you started:
Remember going on bus ride for school field trips? This is how it feels to ride a bus from Quito to Quitumbe Terminal, about a 30 minute ride. I am excited and know I am going to learn something and yes I forgot snacks but vendors will come on the bus with drinks and food! The buses remind me of tour buses with how much room there is under the bus to store luggage and the seats are extra plus also you have moments when fall alseep next to someone you do not know well as their elbow digs into your rib cage. I have only had that happen once!
Here is the view from a window seat leaving Quito headed to Alasui.
I love what a perfect day it. Clouds are working this camera!
Quito is INSIDE an exsinct volcano so it just digs deep and it takes a good drive to get in and out of the city.
All the bus drivers drive like we are racing. So many times I wish I had a seat belt. Someone just strap me to this seat!
The sparkle is from my camera case. I know, glitter lover problems.
I rode around on 4 buses one day and eventually all the buses would end up at a terminal. So you can never STAY lost because evenutally you will end up at a terminal. This is important because in Dallas the bus line will end some where random with no station or rail AT MIDNIGHT – when the lines all are done. I do not ride alone after dark.
Quitumbe Terminal. Very clean, still have to pay 15 cents to buy paper to use the bathroom. Food galore and wonderful wifi. This place just looks like a mall and was so happy to place to get water and use the ladies room.
Now the dusk settles in as I leave the outskirts of town. We drove right AROUND the city. Riding bus through Quito is a completely different experience.
The moment my plane ticket for Quito, Ecuador was purchase the first thing I thought of what the great food that I would get.
Wonderful things to put in your mouth!
In morning I went to a central market and got fresh juice, Jugo natural. I decided on the carrot juice. Look at all these wonderful fresh made juice. I had to ask for “sin azucar” – without sugar – because the vendor will add it without asking. Price for a glass of fresh juice at this location? 50 cents.
Some tourist don’t like when vendor get on the buses to sell food and drinks so I look forward to it. This is called “chochos con toastados” It roasted corn, bean, red onion, fried banana, a wedge of limo and small bag of salt. This is a snack size and only 50 cents.
I even got juice at this market that my aunt works at.