the traveler sees what [she] sees; the tourist sees what [she] has come to see.
gk chesterton
lima / cusco / aguas calientes / puno
expired disposables / expired 35mm film / la sardina / canon e01
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annie and i followed my dear traveling friend haley to peru for ten days, after years of dreaming about seeing macchu picchu with my own eyes. we saved and planned and saved and planned and i entered an entirely new country having zero experience and zero expectations. peru blew me away with color, the warmth of people, art, landscape, experience, seemingly huge lack of usa influence (praize), and a deep preservation of rich history and culture.
moments that stick out to me: cramming into a peruvian bus and getting lost in lima; chatting with fernando about inca history as i watched the andes mountains move below our plane; playing marbles on the sidewalk with new friends; sitting alone for two hours and watching the sun rise onto macchu picchu; breaths of relief as i breathed in big-city buses on our return to lima; wandering art-filled streets and talking with new friends about diversity, globalization, and holistic community-based health care; forever laughing through sickness and circumstance with hales and annie; writing and debriefing while sitting on our hostel roof and watching the sunset for our last evening in peru. i carry it with me.
i’m currently meditating on why i travel, why i attempt to surround myself with cultures & environments much different than my own. i will let you know if i ever come up with a sound answer. i don’t want to ignorantly collect places or experiences just because it feels like a cool 20-something thing to do. or simply because i can. i worry about my motivations behind travel (especially cross-culturally)—and i especially worry about my motivations behind thoughtlessly sharing pictures and thoughts about them. it feels like i’m contributing to the de-sensitization of our generation. replacing sacred complexities with pompous, appropriative ignorance. wooooah yikes. in mulling over the huge roller coaster waves our ten days were, so much of my experience left me feeling deeply affirmed in a lot of things i’ve been re-learning the past few months. the more you learn, the less you know. i literally know nothing. everything is art. everything is education. every person i encounter and every environment i enter, shape me. mold me and influence and hold pieces of the person that i am, have been, and am becoming. i’m fortunate to be able to be formed by people who carry with them boldness, wisdom, humor, and curiosity. i’m fortunate to be able to be formed by places and experiences as deep, diverse, and rich as what i found in peru. the privilege it is to be on the receiving end of the worlds’ classroom is not beyond me.
this is beautiful and holy, kenz.
People ask me which photo is my favorite, always say the last one I took.
wowzas. those photos are so, so beautiful. and your words? like an arrow straight to my heart. “the more you learn, the less you know. i literally know nothing. everything is art. everything is education. every person i encounter and every environment i enter, shape me. mold me and influence and hold pieces of the person that i am, have been, and am becoming.”
i so needed to see this. thank you thank you thank you.