Ever wonder what life is like when you step out of the loop? Ever wonder who you really are without the weight of expectation of a society, a religion, without the shadow of a past that surfaces its sorrow as a result of your own lingering mal-habits and the reminders in the behaviours of others who are locked into this past by way of their neglected emotions? Beyond the loop I had a better perspective and I certainly was eager to find the answer.
It would have been a big enough step to have travelled alone to an English speaking country with a similar culture to my own but somehow I felt a ‘different’ culture would offer me a better opportunity to free myself. The fact that I had to busy myself learning a new language was ideal as a new-found confidence came with it.
I was mindful however of the fact that home was so very far away. I wasn’t exactly planning to run away forever. Instinctively I felt I belonged to a much wider world and here it was at my feet as visitors from almost every country visited this unique town of Ollantaytambo, a living Inca Museum in Peru’s Sacred Valley.
My four weeks at Qusiqoller Hospedaje were coming to an end and I was preparing to move to a small hotel at the other side of town for at least another month. I looked around the room and remembered my first few days settling in and grappling with everything so new and different. I had adapted well. I had taken my time getting to know the place, the people, whilst earnestly employing ways of learning and practicing my use of Spanish language.
I smiled as I remembered how my youngest sister had stuffed a massive box of chocolates into my suitcase the night before I left home in Ireland. I protested that I would surely be stopped in customs for carrying food stuff. She insisted. I was so glad she did. They lasted at least three weeks. I shared them of course, but as long as I still had a few left in the box, I had her good intentions and love right there in the room with me. It was a huge comfort, for this room had seen the extent of my joy, my sorrow and my path to freedom as I prepared to accept that which I could not change and resolved to have the courage to move forward. I was traversing door ways. I closed the door behind me and walked out into the Peruvian sunshine and prepared to be greeted at a new doorway on the other side of this historical Inca town.
©Caroline Cunningham Author of Wild Star Landing Blog