As time passes and you look back on your life journey, it’s the memories, not the things, that you’ll hold dear. Don’t get me wrong, I love clothes and cool things just as much as anyone else. But when it’s all said and done, I appreciate the memories from my travels the most. For me, the trip I took to Machu Picchu really stands out in the landscape of my personal memory lane.
To travel is to evolve. ~ Pierre Bernardo
|We live in our high-tech world, enjoying our comfortable lives and sometimes we forget just how lucky we truly are. I visited a boys’ orphanage during my Peruvian travels and the experience with the boys there left mark on my spirit – an indelible mark that continues to remind me of these boys and their plight. Sometimes I wonder if they are okay, or where they are today. Do they have a better life than the one they had when I visited them last?|
|Simple Things Matter – A Drink and a Friend
I cherish the memory of the simple lunch date I had with my friend, Phabi Herrera, in Lima, Peru. She introduced me to a typical non-alcoholic Peruvian drink called Chicha Morado. It’s prepared from a base of purple maize (corn meal), known as maize morado. I still remember my appreciation for that wonderful, refreshing drink and still wish it were readily available to me here in the states. I’m not talking about the canned drink version; I would love to, once again, experience the freshly made drink from that day.
Solitude and Travel – An Opportunity for Reflection
I really enjoyed the flight and beautiful train ride to Machu Picchu Sanctuary Lodge on this trip. I traveled in solitude. It was shortly after I left the corporate world. This solitary travel experience afforded me an amazing opportunity for self-reflection – something I still do on my daily meditative walk.
So, the Machu Picchu trip rewarded me with a beautiful treat of memories that I can revisit in my mind again and again. I hope to return one day and stay a little longer on the next visit. For now, I will live through my personal memories and those evoked by these photos.
|So, what are some of your favorite stops along your own memory lane?|
|Photography by Ann Tran|