Our next stop was an exhibition at the National Museum of Women in the Arts with photographers from Iran and the Arab world. The exhibition was a sample of seventy photos, where the female photographers themselves explored and confronted their culture.
Once we got out of the narrow canal, the rowboat got deep into the Sandoval Lake waters. After a long time, we noticed a silhouette that followed us closely… in just a few minutes a black caiman of almost three meters long came up close. The guide assured us that although it comes near the boats, it isn’t considered dangerous. His statement didn’t calm me down…
This aboriginal background inspires as well the stone figures known as inuksuit we found decorating sections of the park. We read these figures traditionally represent “someone was here” or “you are on the right path.” They serve various purposes like: to mark a sacred place or the memory of a loved one, as well as to signal migration routes or places for good fishing.
It was an awakening. Everything started in the flight we took from Lima to Juliaca; you have to fly to Juliaca to then take a bus to Puno. We were only a few tourists in the plane, the vast majority of the passengers were locals. Upon boarding, I noticed a tiny elderly woman sitting in one of the first few seats of the plane.
For those of us who live in the tropics, where the seasons are always green, the winter landscape of Vermont, clean and snowy, is always fascinating. Despite freezing, for being accustomed to the Caribbean warmth, having to wear layers and layers of clothing and perhaps having better abilities in aquatic sports… skiing in the beautiful snow turns into a momentous event.
When the plane started descending, through the window, we could see the Andes Mountains conquering the clouds. Closer to the landing strip, a few miles from the coast, the image appeared to have been pulled out of a National Geographic magazine: almost twenty cargo ships anchored near each other. The vessels beautified the greenish blue sea with their red, yellow and purple colors. On the shore, at a considerable distance, two and three-story buildings painted in pink, orange and green shades were seen; like bright earrings adorning a teenage girl’s visage.
The Iguaçu River, which means “big water”, is responsible for the union between Brazil and Argentina. Then, the Paraná River, which according to the Indians in the “Father of the Sea”, is in charge of adding Paraguay in this meeting point. The triple frontier of Brazil, Argentina, and Paraguay, bathed by the Iguaçu and Paraná Rivers, is one of the few places in the world where different cultures, languages, and ethnic group live in harmony.