When we were in Machu Pichu one of the others remarked that he wanted to see a condor...I almost lost it. The only person I had ever heard say that was Miss Jane Hathaway on the Beverly Hillbillies. Evidently, the condor is not extinct, but is extremely rare. Seeing one in the Andes is supposed to be incredibly lucky, spiritual, mystical, etc. During our 4 or so hours there, we saw two, flying together. Our guide said that in his 20 years as a guide he had only seen 4 total, counting these 2. Our trip leader had only seen 2 in 17 years. This was a big deal. And I was left wondering: what does this mean? I really believe that such things happen for some reason--to give some message--but evidently the message is not for me. It is like the universe speaks in tongues that I can't understand. Four months later I am still wondering what, if any, significance those birds had. They circled over our heads for a good 10 minutes before disappearing into the clouds, making damn sure that we all knew they were present and with us.
And once again, their message was not for me.
2 comments:
the condors were there for everyone in your group, including you.
Ponder it some more, you'll figure it out.
The answer is much, much simpler than you think....
Grammy would say that you should just be happy those big birds didn't poop on you. She has a fairly particular perspective on the universe.
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