Walking: journey with the senses

I love to walk – it is my favorite form of exercise and of exploring. I consider every walk a journey, a mini-trip. There is always something to discover.

Walking is good for my health, both physical and mental. Physically, because it is an aerobic exercise, so it exercises the heart and muscles of the lower body. Breathing the (relatively) fresh air brings oxygen to the brain. Filling the sun on my face and the wind in my hair invigorates me. Studies show that the capacity for memory improves with walking.

Enjoying the sun and breeze on a walk near the beach.

Enjoying the sun and breeze on a walk near the beach.

Psychologically, walking is a way to “clear my head” – I can ponder a problem or issue and develop fresh insight. I feel refreshed after a walk due to having taken the time to be alone, to observe nature, and delight in small discoveries: the contrast of bright yellow flowers against a 20150722_133837dark-colored bush, a leaf with a drop of rain in the middle, or weirdly shaped mushrooms that pop up in people’s yards at random.


20150721_193138When I travel, I much prefer walking. I walked all the time in Spain and covered a lot of ground – only took the Metro once the whole time I was in Madrid! Walking, rather than taking a bus or taxi, allows me to figure out where places are in relation to each other.

Strolling through Segovia, Spain, I noticed this man making music with cups filled with different amounts of water.
Strolling through Segovia, Spain, I noticed this man making music with cups filled with different amounts of water.
In Granada, we walked past this display of teas for sale; I stopped to take a picture.
In Granada, we walked past this display of teas for sale; I stopped to take a picture.

I don’t understand people who walk around with headphones on – they seem so unaware of their surroundings. When I walk, I like to take my time, listen to the sounds around me, and always have a camera handy! My husband wants to bike more, but I prefer walking because at a slower pace I notice a lot of details. During a winter thaw, I notice the ice melting into puddles

A March thaw - the ice breaking up resembles a river delta.
A March thaw – the ice breaking up resembles a river delta.

on the sidewalk and the mirror images of trees and other objects in the puddles. In the summer, I see children playing on a playground in the park and I hear their shouts of joy. I stop to take a drink of water at a cool water fountain and relish the cold water on my lips and in my throat. In my neighborhood, one of the most common smells is a rather bad one – we have a lot of skunks! However, there are good smells too, such as lilacs blooming in the springtime.

Walking allows me to explore with all my senses.

Sometimes I discover something unusual - like this abandoned Barbie in newly-mowed grass.
Sometimes I discover something unusual – like this abandoned Barbie in newly-mowed grass.
Blue heron on a pond near our local fitness center. There's a great walking path behind the building.
Blue heron on a pond near our local fitness center. There’s a great walking path behind the building.
A walking buddy and I decided to explore this trail along the Des Plaines River.
A walking buddy and I decided to explore this trail along the Des Plaines River.
My nephew, Mike taking a walk with his daughter, Sylvia in tow.
My nephew, Mike taking a walk with his daughter, Sylvia in tow.

FLASHBACK FRIDAY: dizzy at a wedding

July 10, 2015

Today is my sister Mary’s 50th wedding anniversary. She and her husband are having a party on Sunday for their anniversary.  Mary & Elmer Sweet were married on July 10, 1965:

Mary & Elmer on their wedding day
Mary & Elmer on their wedding day

They were married at St. John Vianny Roman Catholic Church.  My sister converted to her husband’s religion.  The bodice and sleeves of her gown were taken from our mother’s wedding gown; over her head she had draped a mantilla, a tribute to her husband’s Puerto Rican (Spanish) heritage.

Katy and Mother at Mary & Elmer's wedding. I am holding the bridal bouquet because I caught it!
Katy and Mother at Mary & Elmer’s wedding. I am holding the bridal bouquet because I caught it!

At 13, I was the youngest of the bridesmaids – even so, I caught the bridal bouquet! Elmer’s 14-year-old sister wanted to catch it so badly – at 14, her goal in life was to get married! I didn’t try to catch it; it just fell into my arms.

That day was memorable for another reason: I nearly fainted in the middle of the wedding. I hadn’t eaten regular food the last few days, because there were so many parties with salads and hors d’ouevres and desserts. Also I was wearing heels for the first time. I wobbled up the aisle on the arm of the groomsman assigned to me.

In the front of the church, we all were to stand in front of kneeling benches. I did okay for awhile but the ceremony included a high mass, so it was very long. I felt myself getting dizzy and one of the acolytes behind the altar began looking at me strangely – my face apparently was ashen.

I had to sit down but that would cause a commotion at this solemn occasion. So I did the only thing I could do – I knelt down on the kneeler and inhaled the fragrance of the flowers in my bouquet. That was enough – soon the dizziness went away and my face gained back its color. The acolyte looked relieved.

Most of the guests in attendance either didn’t notice that I was kneeling or thought that was what I was supposed to do (even though no one else was). Except my mother – SHE knew something was wrong, and had observed the look of concern on the acolyte’s face. She saw me kneel down, the acolyte looking relieved, and realized that my crisis was over.

In fact, I can’t blame the wedding for my dizzy spells. During my early adolescent years, I had several episodes of dizziness in which my head would start spinning and I couldn’t see straight. A music teacher in 7th or 8th grade once told me to sit down and put my head down between my knees. Once in 6th grade, I was up in front with a couple of other students reading parts in a reader’s theatre. I looked at the words on the page, which were moving around and blurring. I knew I was about to faint, but the teacher didn’t notice. I tentatively blurted out my line, “No – not the plate, Janey!” I don’t know what I did, if anything, to keep from fainting, but the dizzy spell gradually dissipated.

FLASHBACK FRIDAY: Machu Picchu, Day 1, (Part 2) and Day 2

For my Flashback Friday feature this week, I continue digging into my blog archives and repost the second part of my visit to Machu Picchu in Peru:

It was June 28, 2008 that my husband, son and I visited Machu Picchu as part of a 14-day trip to Peru with the program Overseas Adventure Travel. Machu Picchu was at the top of my “bucket” list for travel destinations. It was an experience I will never forget.

June 28, 2008 (continued)

The Intihuatana, or “hitching post of the sun”, stands at the uppermost point of Machu Picchu. It is a rather simple but elegant structure, a smooth rectangular protrusion from a larger more angular base, itself rising from a rock fitted and shaped so neatly on the ground as to seem to be rising directly out of it. Perhaps a natural rock formation was used and carved directly on this spot, but it had to be very specifically placed. From this spot the Intihuatana marked the spring and autumn equinoxes (not the solstices as many people think) by “hitching” the sun’s shadow in perfect alignment with other nearby Intihuatana sites, including Llactapata, about 4 miles away. There are four such sites, marking the four regions of the Inca Empire with the alignment of the sun every March and September.

Dale takes a rest near the Intihuatana
Dale takes a rest near the Intihuatana
View from the top of the sacred hill of the main plaza
View from the top of the sacred hill of the main plaza

Because tourists used to have their pictures taken sitting on this sacred rock, chipped pieces out of it to forever hold its energy or write graffiti on it, it has now been roped off to protect it from further abuse. It, however, is said to be another vortex from which one can derive special energy. Again, people put their hands near it to feel its power, careful not to trespass its sacred space.

Although there are a few more sights to see by continuing on the path along the western side of the Main Plaza to the point where both sides meet at the base of Huayna Picchu, we doubled back at this point, to visit a few more of the most important highlights of this lost city which now admits 2,500 tourists each day.

Temple of the Sun as seen from below
Temple of the Sun as seen from below

As we descended a stairway dividing the dwellings of the common people on our right from those of the royalty, we could see below us one of the few curved structures at Machu Picchu, the Temple of the Sun. Boris indicated its unique structural features of being constructed using rectangular stones lined up carefully with a certain degree of concavity and convexity that follows mathematical rules of pi and higher geometry that I do not understand. These walls, because of their slight slope, are actually able to withstand the forces of nature and earthly tremors better than others. Another example of this that we were to see later was the Qoricancha in Cusco. The circular structure of this temple also served for precise astronomical measurements, including the solstices of December 22 and June 22 during which the sun’s rays would enter exactly through windows along the walls, which were placed perfectly for this purpose, forming a 90 degree angle within. The floor of this temple is not flat, but instead covered with a natural rock smoothed and shaped into a mound with lines and grooves for steps. To me it looked something like a puma although no one confirmed this.

Someone was saying something behind me, pointing downward. I looked at where they were pointing and saw three llamas at the base of the steps, obviously wanting to climb them. They patiently waited while a group of tourists passed them on the way down, even allowing their picture to be taken by several. When the way was clear, they placidly ascended, not posing for us, but not opposing us either. We stood out of their way, content with pointing our cameras at them, delighted with having “wild” llamas come so near us!

In fact, there are many llamas here, grazing on the terraces and on the plazas. They live in harmony with this place as they have for centuries, and now live in peace with the tourists, each staying out of the other’s way.

After coming down the stairway and passing through trapezoidal doorways we came to a small cave known as the Royal Tomb, allegedly the burial place of a princess. However, no bones were found here. This site looks like a modern art sculpture or painting, and I began to wonder if indeed the Incas inspired some of today’s artists. Richard Danbury in his book The Inca Trail: Cusco and Machu Picchu describes it as the rocks being carved in “three dimensional asymmetry so that they look as if they’re made of putty.” Whether it was a tomb or not, it has been shaped impressively so it was obviously an important place for the Incas. The smoothness of the shaped steps and the asymmetry in form actually gave me a sense of awe and peace. This and the Temple of the Condor were my favorite places at Machu Picchu in that they inspired in me a feeling of harmony with nature in the juxtaposition of the natural and manmade. From here there is also a nice panoramic view of the east side of the ruins and the mountain range beyond. Also from this spot we got a good view of the Temple of the Sun from the outside, its perfectly aligned, slightly inwardly slanted stone walls rising up above an outcrop of rock, as if the rock itself had lifted the temple upward from the ground as an offering to the sun god.

As the sun began to sink behind the western mountains and the low clouds settled behind Huayna Picchu, we took our last photos and paused once again to marvel at the beauty of this once hidden place. Tomorrow morning we would be back early to explore again on our own.

On our return to the village, we went to dinner at a local restaurant where we were serenaded by a band playing native instruments. They were selling their CD, which I purchased. The restaurant had an interesting décor and I wished I had my camera. On one of the walls were a series of carvings of all the Inca kings, an artist’s caricatured but interesting interpretation of each. Most had some exaggerated features and unusual but probably realistic hairstyles and adornments.

June 29, 2008

The majority of our group woke up very early to return to Machu Picchu as close to dawn as possible. The plan was to take the Inca Trail up from Machu Picchu to the Sun Gate (Inti Punku), from which you get wonderful views of the plateau of the citadel. Boris did not go with us; instead we would be guided by Ronaldo, the assistant guide we had met yesterday.

Dale did not go with us, preferring to get up a little later and go back to Machu Picchu and explore on his own; one couple preferred to stay in the village and shop or look around, and another woman decided to stay behind and attend mass at the little church on the square of Aguascalientes.

We were served an early breakfast (the hotel restaurant opened for breakfast at 5:30) and then, equipped with our walking sticks, hats, sunscreen, sunglasses and hiking boots, we walked to the bus stop and took one of the early buses up to the ruins. We were not the first, however, and I was somewhat disappointed to find that by the time we arrived, close to 7 am, there were already quite a few tourists meandering in the ruins, the majority of them young hikers.

The trail rose up at about a 45 degree angle to the south, away from the ruins. The path was made of gravel and large uneven stones, which made for somewhat difficult climbing. It wasn’t much of a problem for most of the group, but Christe and I lagged behind and discussed turning back if we felt we could go no farther. We decided not to try to push ourselves to go all the way up if we got too tired and to just enjoy ourselves. Of course, we stopped often along the way – everyone did. We kept looking back at Machu Picchu, growing smaller behind us and enjoying the breathtaking views of its situation among the towering peaks surrounding and protecting it.

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Note the Inca Trail(at right)  winding up the side of the mountain
Note the Inca Trail(at right) winding up the side of the mountain

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*I read in Mark Adams’ book Turn Right at Machu Picchu that people who come through a mountain pass create a new apacheta or add to an old one, for good luck or to ask a favor from the apus (gods).


Each time we stopped to rest and drink water, we’d look back at Machu Picchu below us, and each time, the sun’s progress upward illuminated more of the city. Christe and I were stopping more and more frequently. The rocky trail was really getting to me, as my feet slipped on some of the rocks. I had to look down constantly to see where I was placing my foot and was worried that I would fall or twist my ankle. Also, while an incline of 40-45 degrees doesn’t usually bother me for a short distance, I was becoming more and more breathless with the continuous upward climb. (I wish I had some coca leaves!)

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A little more than halfway up, Christe and I decided to turn back and spend the rest of our time leisurely exploring and enjoying Machu Picchu itself. We would meet the others later, if not back at the ruins then at the bus, since we had to be back in the village for lunch at noon.

I didn't make it to the top (Inti Punku) but one of those who did took this picture of Jayme contemplating the view from there.
I didn’t make it to the top (Inti Punku) but one of those who did took this picture of Jayme contemplating the view from there.
“We made it!” – Guide Ronaldo gives a thumbs up at Inti Punku.

We descended the trail together and returned to Machu Picchu via the Main Gate. This was the original gate through which everyone in the ancient city was admitted. This entrance was guarded for security. On the inside of the doorway, above the massive lintel over the entrance, is a ring carved in stone, and on either side of the doorway are two niches with vertical bars inside forming a kind of locking system. This entrance is surrounded by a wall, enclosing the urban area that was not protected either by a moat (now dry) or steep terraced slopes.

Return to Machu Picchu via the Inca Trail
Return to Machu Picchu via the Inca Trail
Llamas dot the Main Plaza
Llamas dot the Main Plaza
Looking back up at the Inca Trail
Looking back up at the Inca Trail
Approach to Main Gate
Approach to Main Gate
Northwest view of terraces from Main Gate - that's a steep drop!
Northwest view of terraces from Main Gate – that’s a steep drop!
The Main Gate
The Main Gate

We wandered through this part of the ruins, through narrow passageways separating small residences of commoners, passing through open areas and sitting down next to the garden to relax, converse and enjoy the view. Christe and I exchanged stories about our families.  Even though Carol had given us her book about exploring Machu Picchu, complete with maps and explanations, we didn’t look at it much. We desired no specific agenda and knew of no “magical” spot that would be a culminating experience.

Residences were made of
Residences were made of “pirka” stonework, in contrast to the elegant stonework of temple walls

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We sat for awhile adjacent to the main plaza and watched the llamas grazing there. There were young, frisky ones who scampered about, and we got close to a couple of adults, one of which eyed us as he chewed grass, seemingly annoyed by our close presence. Fortunately he didn’t spit at us!???????????????????????????????? ????????????????????????????????

We kept scanning the tourists to see if we could spot any members of our group, or even Dale who was there by himself somewhere. An interesting group of hikers came by, dressed in white t-shirts with pink lacy bras imprinted on them. Most of them were women, but I saw even a couple of men dressed in these shirts! I stopped one of the hikers, a hefty woman with very pink, sunburned skin, to ask about the shirts and where they were from. In her British-sounding accent, she told me they were hiking to raise money for breast cancer research. Most of them were from Australia, but there were a few English and Canadians among them.

Many other hikers were young Americans, wearing colorful woven alpaca hats with ear flaps. These hats didn’t seem practical to me – they protect the head from the sun, but not the neck, and I thought these hats would be hot and scratchy, but many Peruvians also wear them constantly. Mornings are cool at this time of year, so perhaps they are not impractical. The hats just seemed incongruous with the rest of these hikers’ attire – sleeveless T-shirts and shorts or Capri pants.

I had really wanted to be able to find a place to spend some quiet, meditative moments, but it was unfortunately difficult to do with so many people around to interrupt my reverie and impede my appreciation of the beauty around me. However, I did make an effort to spend less time taking pictures and more time just enjoying this amazing ancient creation and the harmonious relationship between the natural landscape and the shaping of it for human purpose. Machu Picchu makes clear the reverence that the Incas had for the land and its natural forms.

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At about 11 am, we headed back toward the tourist entrance, where we waited in the shade while some of us (by this time the Inti Punku trekkers had rejoined us) went to the bathroom or bought more bottled water. I felt a mixture of anxiety and sadness about leaving this place. It’s doubtful I will ever be back and I thought there was still so much to see and explore. I wish I had a couple more days to spend here, to come back at a leisurely pace. Still, we’d had two visits here, one in the afternoon and the other in the morning so we had been able to appreciate the majesty of this place in different interplays of light and shadow. And there was so much more of Peru to look forward to.

Sharon in a meditative spot
Sharon in a meditative spot
Sharon took this picture of the view through a doorway, and later used it in an art piece!
Sharon took this picture of the view through a doorway, and later used it in an art piece!

Back in Aguascalientes, we met up with our whole group at the restaurant Indio Feliz. Everyone agreed that this was an excellent restaurant, both the food and the ambiance.




The photo challenge for this week is to share a picture of a door.

Just last weekend, I was in Janesville, Wisconsin with my entire extended family who had gathered for a memorial service for my mother, who died last December.  The weekend was filled with activities, including a visit to a historical home, listed in the National Registry of Historic Places, that was built by and belonged to my great-grandfather, Allen Perry Lovejoy Sr. The house played a prominent part in my father’s childhood, growing up without a father, but often visiting his paternal grandparents. The home contains many interesting features, including a beautiful front door, which has a scene etched into the pane:

Etched glass on interior doorway (front entrance)
Etched glass on interior doorway (front entrance)

Below is a close-up of the doorknob on this door. My great-grandfather had a daisy pattern imprinted on it because his wife liked daisies – and daisy-like flowers are a motif throughout the house.

Daisy pattern on doorknob - this was a theme in the house - Grandma  Lovejoy liked daisies.
Daisy pattern on doorknob – this was a theme in the house – Grandma Lovejoy liked daisies.

During this latest visit, the young owners had begun to replace some of the decorative parts that had been stripped by earlier owners. Above the front door, the decorative lintel has been replaced (a matching one in dark blue frames the entrance to the foyer):
20150627_163005 Other doors in the house had their own stories to tell. The door on the far end of the dining room was originally a fireplace. (It now has a crooked EXIT sign over it).

This dining room seems small but was once a gathering place for the Lovejoy family at Thanksgiving.
This dining room seems small but was once a gathering place for the Lovejoy family at Thanksgiving.

When the YWCA took over the building, they eventually built an addition, which contained a ballroom where teen dances were held. I remember attending these when I was in junior high – they were called “Swing Lobby”.

Access to the ballroom required that the removal of the dining room fireplace and replacing it with a door. Now that the house is being restored to its original intent and design, the young couple who lives there and is doing the restoration has converted the dining room back into a dining room. However, the door stays – and last fall they were married in that ballroom down the hall!

After exploring the first and second floors, we ascended further to the third floor, and in one of the back rooms was a ladder leading to the attic – which I hadn’t known existed before! I climbed the ladder with some trepidation to find myself in a confined, stuffy attic, but which also had a doorway – leading to the roof!

I'm sure that my father, along with his tall antecedents, would have had to duck to get through this small, narrow door.
I’m sure that my father, at 6’2”, along with his tall male relatives, would have had to duck to get through this small, narrow door!

Those of us who climbed to the attic (including my young cousin, Isabel, pictured in the doorway) stepped out onto the roof where we had a panoramic view of the city of Janesville – we could only imagine how much prettier it must have been in the 1890s, when few of the current buildings obstructed the view of the river and beyond.

I have posted on my history blog (July 2)  a full photo essay of my two recent tours of the Lovejoy home. You may be interested in taking a look!