i' ve been a clandestine sort of gilr for the past 2 months or so...and i've not missed this place not even one wink of a miss.
I've been away...at home in my Quito. The year always culminates in that final year end trip to my birthland. My heart requires such a return. I listen to my Abuelita, who is 96, recount her days making sugar cane liquor in el Puyo. I visit a Shaman, who performs una limpieza. I bathe in the Pacific, I bathe in the jungle's river, I pick the ripest of mangoes & limas in Ambuqui..........
But I am here now, in Siena.......... and I am not waiting for one small thing to occur. I wake up with the swallows and follow their flight into the countryside, for a solitary stroll amongst the skeletons of grapevines in hibernation.
mirthful....
I've been away...at home in my Quito. The year always culminates in that final year end trip to my birthland. My heart requires such a return. I listen to my Abuelita, who is 96, recount her days making sugar cane liquor in el Puyo. I visit a Shaman, who performs una limpieza. I bathe in the Pacific, I bathe in the jungle's river, I pick the ripest of mangoes & limas in Ambuqui..........
But I am here now, in Siena.......... and I am not waiting for one small thing to occur. I wake up with the swallows and follow their flight into the countryside, for a solitary stroll amongst the skeletons of grapevines in hibernation.
mirthful....