Another Lifetime: La Gente

Sunday, August 30, 2009

La Gente

Well, Peru is just spectacular. I will write more about it but wanted to get some photos up first. The first one is of my husband and I on our way from Machu Pichu to the Inca drawbridge. In the second one I am with one of our friends who lives in Lima. This gentleman ordered us the best meal I have ever had in my entire life. We had ceviche (fresh fish marinated in citrus), the freshest mussels topped with garlic, onions, chopped tomatoes and herbs, and scallops served in their beautiful shells arrange around a flame, covered in parmesan cheese. Amazing. The rest are just shots of the beautiful people. What a love of life they share, despite a history that was tumultuous and at times deeply sad.

I missed you all and hope you are well!
Love,
Sheila

10 comments:

nadia said...: how great! i specialy love the girl on the train.; August 30, 2009 at 7:35 AM
♥ Boomer ♥ said...: Is that a shot through the fountain of the child running? Awesome!

♥♥♥ Boomer Baby Bliss.

Have a beauty of a day! ♥♥♥; August 30, 2009 at 12:29 PM
Maria said...: love seeing Peru through your eyes, wonderful photos with feeling as always.
love this part "What a love of life they share" as evidenced by what you have captured especially want to go join them in the fountain, what an inspiration.
I know it was an incredible soul nourishing time but glad to have you back.; August 31, 2009 at 8:39 AM
Cindy said...: i love the photos through the fountain, too. looks like a great trip. welcome home!; September 1, 2009 at 4:53 AM
Unknown said...: i just want to head on back down to cape cod and book into a place so that we can catch up properly!

i missed you. i am excited to hear all about the trip.

these photos are more than inspired!; September 1, 2009 at 7:17 AM
Liz said...: love the photos looks like a lovely place to visit ♥; September 1, 2009 at 10:22 AM
What About The Girl? said...: How was the ruins of Machu Picchu?
Don't you just love Peruvian cuisine?!
And may I just say you and your husband look so sweet together :-)
And Sheila, what a beautiful smile you have!
Welcome back.
Great pictures! I would love to see more :-); September 2, 2009 at 9:09 AM
in another lifetime said...: Thanks Everyone!

Yes, the Peruvian cuisine was great and the ruins were unbelievable. I'll post more pics in the near future!; September 2, 2009 at 1:42 PM
Beverly Ash Gilbert said...: Thank you for taking me with you on your trip! Beautiful and your dinner divine!; September 3, 2009 at 7:03 AM
kendalee said...: These pictures have brought me back for a couple of viewings Sheila - I keep wanting to ask all about where you were and how you were feeling when you captured them... That last one especially intrigues me. Matching green aprons?

Also, the meal sounds sublime! You remember my last supper? This is how I imagine it tasting... perfect in every way!

Thank you for sharing these. I look forward to some more glimpses.; September 3, 2009 at 10:22 AM

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Sunday, August 30, 2009

La Gente

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