At 4:30am our alarms sounded loudly and our day began. It was a very early start. We groggily drudged our way through a brisk version of our morning routine. The sky was still dark, starts still visible, and the air was a little chilly. Our group met up at the lobby and then proceeded to begin our short walk to the local Kichwa community for a traditional ceremony. We walked in near silence along the uneven gravel path, paying careful and deliberate attention to each step. When we reached the place of ceremony it was still dark. Our group of 11 students filed in saying aska pagaracho to each member of the Kichwa community present, and shaking their hands. It was a very warm welcome and an admirable custom. Once everyone was seated on one of the small wooden benches surrounding the fire, the ceremony could begin. With the help of Luis’ translation from Kichwa to Spanish and Kristi’s translation from Spanish to English, we could understand most of what was going on. During the course of the ceremony, prayers were said, stories were told, songs were sung, and there was a dream circle. Throughout the entire ceremony, we were being served small bowls of guayusa, a tread made from a plant sacred to the Kichwa people. From Luis, we learned the legend behind the guayusa as well, it was an amazing ceremony to be a part of.
After the guayusa ceremony we headed back to Huasquila for our last breakfast in the jungle. As we all munched on watermelon and scarfed down pancakes, we reminisced of our time together so far. Our experiences in the jungle with Luis were invaluable and definitely unforgettable.
To feel the passion Seeing the sparkling gleam Finding the meaning
All bark and no bite I have betrayed my instincts Where can I find pride?
The squirrel monkeys swing And the cayman swam slowly Beauty is evident
What is that small rock? Donde es mi tortugas? Ah! They are the same
Monkeys like to swing Alphas like to act like a king
If I did not fail I would not know that failure Is a thing of life
Monkeys go prancing Leaping along through the trees Carefree as can be
Animals are great Why do people mistreat them? People are the worst
Simple swirl, around Ripples of repetition Flakes of what we are
Sit on the monkey Chicha chiches boobs or yuca Act like you live here
Toucan on a stand Gold diggers are often found And chi chi are boobs
Monkeys are fluffy Retro’s the fluffiest He stares longingly