Otavalo at night, coming over the top of the hill from Agato, finding the best papas fritas in a restaurant on the top of a hill, we were the only ones there, maybe the only ones who were ever there. One day we tried to find a path to Imbabura from the weaving shop at Agato, but were turned back by a large gorge filled with wild blackberry bushes. Along the way down, a family gave us small white beans, telling us to take them home and plant them again.
Imbabura is an old volcano above Otavalo, we have never seen the top of it, it is magically shrouded in clouds. But on the way we met a grandfather and grandmother and their three grand children who told us historias about the mountain and promised that there is way to the top.
The most we
can say about nirvana is that it transcends all notions and concepts.I
admire them because they are trees, they are rocks, they are water. I bow to a rock because it is a rock ( Thich nhat Hanh)
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