Living Morganism

Once I dreamed of the Sea in Springtime and the dream filled my soul with music and beauty, with impulse and desire and yearning for a different way. Though the Sea in Springtime was often unpredictable I loved it, too, for that. It could be rough and tempestuous at times, but it was all part of the spell. The depth and hue of the Spring Sea was so enchanting and captivating, none who dreamed the dream wanted to wake only to find themselves again on on hard, dry land. Those, like me, who dreamed this dream, found all they wanted to do from then was float in the Spring Sea again. She was always obliging, inviting. Anyone who dared enter Her domain were welcome to stay, to flow along as long as they could, or would. Welcome to shine brightly under the sun, glow under the moon, welcome to keep mystical secrets with Her, to speak Her language. The dreamers were welcome to surrounded by Her beauty if they were willing to taste also Her salt. I dreamed this dream, once, of the Sea in Springt...

...and that was it. after three months of cartwheels and landslides, three months of laying on our backs exhausted in all different sorts of dirt, three months of crushed flowers and foreign garbage, popcorn and coca leaves, eggs and tea - a hurried goodbye, girlish shouting in the airport, and a promise to see each other again in the cave, still decorated with all the samples of our affection for pachamama. morgan and i met in nicaragua, thousands of kilometeres north of where i am now, thousands of kilometers south of where she is. i remember being so confused, tired, and so happy to see her, throwing the pack which has since been lost to the ether on the ground and embracing her while i lit my triumphant cigarette of arrival. waterfalls, desserts, newfamilies, new words, jokes and joints, flashing the passport at everyborder and turnign that magic key to crawl into new lands, again and again. all those millions of hours like a bug with too many leggs spent turning into the weird bus...

This can happen to you!!! If you spend 4 straight days and nights on a bus. BEWARE THE BUS FEVER! Then I took a flight to Miami and thus concluded the adventures in South America with Aviv.

This is what happens when you photograph incan ruins, at night, with no tripod... at least you can see their expert stone cutting skills. Saqsaewaman ruins. Fondly referred to by obnoxious tourists like us as "sexy woman"

VEGGIES! Alpaca wool woven "camas" (blankets) Mineral dyes Images from a market an hour or so out of Cuzco

Aviv´s awesome tattoo. Reads: ¨podran cortar todos las flores pero, no podran detener la Primavera¨-Pablo Neruda. Transalation: "you can cut down al the flowers, but you can't stop the Spring"

Incan built wall at cave site above Cuzco Aviv and Natalie at Incan caves

Beautiful mountain view above Cuzco Dear all, it is diffficult to describe the events that have transpired since mylast email, it is as though another whole trip has occured in the lastmonth. Since leaving the farm in Ecuador we have been to beautifulbeaches, desert oasis, seen the most powerful sunsets, camped in avast desert under an eclipsing full moon, volunteered to clean trashfrom that desert (Peru is pretty much a vast desert until you get intothe mountains or over them into the Amazon), bathed in miracle greenwater, Aviv has gotten one beautiful tattoo, visited Incan ruins onhorseback, met amazing people, explored the oldest continuallyinhabited city in South America (Cuzco) and well, stayed there. Ifever there was a city that seemed to have all the qualities of a cityI could dream it was Cuzco. Cuzco is where the story really begins. I am not certain I am yetequipped to tell that story as I am still in it but I will be headingback to Quito tomorrow evening in order catch my fl...

Llamas! Or ALPACAS! And some burros in front. Cuzco, Peru

Jesus on the hill. He´s all lit up at night and very attention getting. Cuzco, Peru

Window in Cuzco

Streets of Cuzco

Quechua women and Alpaca´s in Cuzco

Flowers in the Cuzco market

San Pedro Cactus and Ayahuasca vine in the Cuzco city market

Wall cactus´, Cuzco, Peru

Rooftops of Cuzco, Peru

Streets of Cuzco. If ever there was a city that embodied all that I love about winding alleys, stone architecture and steps, it is Cuzco, Peru. I am in love.

Morgan cleans the dunes! We all went camping in the dunes on the night of the full moon and complete lunar eclipse. The next morning on our way back into the village (about an hour and a half hike) we cleaned up trash that blows into the dunes from the nearby landfill.

Marie-Claire cleans the dunes