Sunday, 24 January 2010

imbaurrrra


...and a folk hat to match with that
imbaurrra, a piece of my spirit.


hikes to peep imbaurra
smith & mudd - delivery man






::casa maya::


imbaaburrrra. for the first time in a while i reeeally miss the otavalo bubble kittykat and i made. the naturalness of ecuador and the simplicity of life: markets, raw foods, walks, runs, reading, researching, painting, and working all our creative energies through our hands. signing out from each day when the sun went down around 730 and waking up with it in the morning, 12 equatorial hours later in the same complete stillness. i miss the itttle tiny things that brought us our happiest moments. 50cent mango day was the epitome of completeness. until, that is, we met coconut man. coconut man blew our world right open when we first connected with his lush fruit. when coconut man aligned with our sight, it was pure synchronicity. from across the plaza we'd spot him and sprint shamelessly to catch up to his bicycle-cart. undoubtably, z best in z whole, whole wide wurrrl.

we were soo well aware that the space in that time and place that we were a part of was soo special. pushing ourselves to live in los pequenos momentitos. in the beginning i can remember thinking that this experience could quite possibly be the most boring time of my entire life but in fact it taught me a valuable lesson in reevaluating what boredom is.

i have a new appreciation for boredom especially now that i live in the middle of london. i sometimes find myself craving that simplicity of life juxtaposed with la natura. casa maya was about figuring out how to be ok with simple. lately
ive been dreaming of climbing imbarura to catch the winds at the top and take huuuge gulps of the fresh, andes aire. i've been thinking about how warm the sun was and how predictable the midday sky would be. clear, bleu, and soo magnetic. the sun was so strong that my freckles would come out just from taking a walk into town, radiating that vitamin d. momentitos.



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