The bounty of a spring stroll.
There’s something obnoxious about teenagers when they gather into groups. It seems to be a universal truth crossing all cultures and geographies. When the late morning field trips begin to arrive in Machu Picchu, it’s best to just stay clear. Those wise enough to arrive the day before and spend the night in Aguas Calientes will have hours of unpolluted ruins to explore. The site can be reached as early as five in the morning when the sun begins to brighten the deep navy-blue skies and the air is brisk and laden heavy with the morning moisture of the spongy cloud forest. So it’s understandable to feel a bit defeated when the silence is broken by the sounds of puffing adolescents more concerned with their current social status than their heritage.
But not to worry! Machu Picchu has countless surprises. It’s a place that almost seems tailored to the individual, allowing everyone to make what they want of their experience. The many boulders and walls provide great perches for soaking up particular views. Conversely, there are also lush grassy plazas where many choose to stretch-out and relax as though they were here to decompress and even nap – and napping wasn’t an uncommon sight.
Those wishing to establish a more spiritual connection to the site will still find success only a few steps off the well worn tourist trails. Their sanctuary may require a quick vault over a low wall or may be at the bottom of a staircase a little to dangerous for the casual visitor. It might be found in the maze of the east urban sector homes, occupied only by the wild chinchillas, or it may mean descending to a lower agricultural sector as these young ladies have done.
Everyone’s perfect place can be realized with a little adventure and creativity.
Sunrise? Sunset? I’ve always wondered if it’s possible to differentiate the two in a still photo from an unidentifiable location. My novice on the subject leaves me to believe there would be no difference – at least to someone like me. However, I’m sure there is some natural science expert who can make the distinction in the atmospheric differences in subtle hues, cloud density and environmental clues within the mise-en-scène. The atmosphere would be much cooler on sunrise than on sunset possibly contributing to such subtleties. Though as the recent “super moon” teaches us the naked eye truly can’t tell a significant difference in a 15% larger moon. Only when the moon is at the horizon can measurable size be determined. But that’s for another day. I can unequivocally assure that this is a sunset over the Gulf of Mexico.
When Thomas Edison first visited Fort Myers Florida it must have looked vastly different than today. No nondescript urban sprawl, no budget motels and no 2 for 1 T-shirt shops. In fact little existed in the area aside from the abandoned fort of the city’s namesake. So it’s pretty remarkable that someone of Mr. Edison and Mr. Ford’s celebrity decided to develop their winter estate there and lovingly groom and maintain it for more than half a century. By the time Mina Edison deeded the property to the city in 1947 there’s little doubt that the landscape had independently evolved outside the estate.
All of this is, of course, fortunate for us as there’s now a definitive “there’s nothing like this” space in an otherwise unremarkable city that’s squeezed between Gulf, river and swamp. Not only is the estate a perfect slice of solitude for an afternoon stroll it is more importantly a historical time-capsule. Historians and environmentalists will revel in the ability to view the natural landscape along the banks of the Caloosahatchee River manicured as it was more than a century ago and science and technology buffs will geek-out on seeing the museum quality preservation of one of the world’s greatest scientists and inventors’ workshops and personal living space.
Big fat corn, the biggest kernels I’ve ever seen, roast on open-air grills and are more fun to munch on than movie popcorn; Servings of chicharron or what we would call fried pork rinds are distributed from narrow shops, often only the width of a doorway; Adobo, a marinated chicken dish, makes messy on-the-go grub – and beef and cumin stuffed empanadas, often with egg, are available on just about every street corner just as they are all over Latin America. Even wheel barrows of fresh produce like pineapples are sliced and served, sometimes in the middle of the street. The wheelbarrow makes a mobile stand able to serve just about anyone and anywhere, even from moving vehicles.
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