With the big launch of Run by Rural‘s newsletter, website, and campaign completed, my colleagues, Gina and Andrea are packed and prepared to head along the coast and past the border to Ecuador. Gina heard from a reliable source that Cuenca, Ecuador should be on the top of her list if she plans to journey beyond Peru to its northern neighbor. Both Gina and Andrea are eager to head out of the desert, but I was hesitant, feeling the crunch of production and wanting to stay behind to accomplish more before my exit date. Gina’s motivation and passion for adventure, however, doesn’t give me a chance to second-guess this opportunity. “Are you ready to go? Did you want to go to Carbon Burger before we leave?” Gina asks as she peeks her head out of the door that leads to our rooftop. My desire and instincts to travel kick in and my dragging feet quickly spring my legs into action as I shuffle through our bedroom, hurrying to pick up the piles of clothes, camera bag, and shoes sprawled on my bed. Shoving items into my bag, I anxiously pack with a “Take no prisoners” attitude. It’s time to stop dwelling and add another stamp to the passport.
Crunched up in a bus seat, I eventually manage to curl up in a fetal position on our overnight journey. After stirring sluggishly for immigration and promptly returning back to sleep, Andrea wakes me just in time to see a city spring up from the mountain fog. We’re definitely not in the deserts of Piura anymore. It’s not until after a quick check-in and nap at our hostel that we head out to explore the cobblestones of Cuenca. Gina already has a possible itinerary and restaurant checklist ready for us to cross off. We explore Cuenca, wandering through the Museo Municipal de Arte Moderno, past the Igreja de Santo Domingo, and discover possible gifts in markets throughout the city. Outside of the Catedral de la Immaculada, booths are filled with sweets for Corpus Cristi, and as I enter the cathedral, I find I am just as intrigued by the inside as I am the outside. Tourists come and go, but church members remain reverent and unaffected by visitors like the young man who instructs his daughter to kneel on the tiled floor and pay respect. Climbing up the windy stairway to the rooftop is reminiscent of Bunker Hill Monument in Boston, Massachusetts, but to the relief of my thighs, it isn’t a long walk up to view the endless possibilities embedded within the mountains of Cuenca.
We discover an even more elaborate view at Mirador de Turi nestled above in the mountains cascading with sunlight breaking through the clouds. We find amusement running into various depictions of graffiti art that encompass all kinds of styles as they scatter throughout Cuenca. We delight our tastebuds with delicious meals of beef from Tiesto’s Cafe Restaurant and a much-needed cup of coffee from San Sebas Cafe. Unexpectedly, we find the Museo del Sombrero de Paja Toquilla is open and have to seize the opportunity to reflect on our work with paja toquilla in Piura. Although under construction, the museum still has large ironing machines for shaping hats, wooden blocks to drape the finished straw telars on, numerous styles of hats from newsboys to panamas, and the essential South American item of technology–a TV playing the World Cup. Our time in Cuenca has been a breath of fresh air, preparing us as we return to Peru for our final week in Piura.
On the way home, the bus ride takes us through twists and turns that causes my sensitive stomach to endure a bout of carsickness. A man jumps on the bus, asking passengers to buy a treat from him to support his family, and as he approaches me, I scramble to find change. Most people would advise against supporting panhandlers, but I am not most people, and I also want to get this guy out of my face and my nausea to go away. Seeing I’ve paid enough money for two treats, the man next to me impatiently pulls out a second treat instead of waiting for me to find a 50 cent piece. The man leaves the bus, and it seems all is right with universe, until the lights are turned out and music blares over the speakers. It seems there is always chaos going around me, a huge “To Do” list to tackle, errands to run, and decisions to make, but sometimes you have to adopt a determined attitude and blaze through life without listening to the doubts surrounding you. Rather than give into my feelings of carsickness, I calmly walk along the streets of Machala, our connecting bus stop to Piura, and take in deep breaths. Arriving in Piura, I no longer feel sick, but refreshed and ready to take on our last week with a “Take no prisoners” mentality.
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