Month: July 2020

“beauty of harmony” at the virginia museum of fine arts

wanderessence1025 July 12, 2020

After seeing the Edward Hopper exhibit at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts in Richmond, VA on my way to Charleston, SC (on journey: an encounter with edward hopper on the way to charleston), I enjoyed an exhibit called Beauty of Harmony: Japanese Landscape Prints by Kawase Hasui. The exhibit of 13 woodblock prints displayed historical and religious landmarks in cities such as Tokyo, Kanazawa, Kyoto, and Nara, as well as countryside scenes.

Kawase Hasui (1883-1957) made a series of expeditions across Japan during his lifetime, sketching landscapes, cityscapes, and the nation’s historical and religious landmarks to prepare for his prints.

As I looked at these prints, I realized I had visited many of these places when I went to Kyoto in 2011, and when I was teaching English outside of Tokyo in 2017. Where I have pictures of the places from these prints, I have included them along with the print.

Kinkakuji Temple was first built as a villa in the late 14th century, but later was reconstructed as a Zen Buddhist temple in 1420. This print, created in 1922, captures the scene before a young monk burned down the three-story pavilion in 1950.

iKinkakuji Temple in Snow, from the Series Views of Japanese Scenery, 1922 by Kawase Hasui

Kinkakuji Temple, Kyoto, 2011

Kiiyomizu Temple, literally, “the temple of clear spring,” was built in the 8th century atop a small mountain on the eastern side of Kyoto, offering a bird’s-eye view of the city. Here, Hasui depicts a temple hall leading to a vast veranda, where a lonely woman holding an umbrella gazes beyond the foliage-covered hills.

Rain at Kiyomizu Temple, from the series Souvenirs of Travel II, 1921 by Kawase Hasui

Kiiyomizu Temple, Kyoto, 2011

This print illustrates a shaded empty lane, where a lone woman in a kimono walks away from the viewer, recalling the former glory of the area as a home for powerful feudal clans.

Shimobonda Town, Kanazawa, from the series Souvenirs of Travel II, 1921

Asano River is one of the largest rivers in Kanazawa. The first bridge over the river was built in 1594. This print illustrates a picturesque view of a single man walking across a bridge at sunset, while a flock of geese frolics in the water below. Two years after Hasui produced this print, a disastrous flood washed away the bridge.

Asano River in Kanazawa, from the series Souvenirs of Travel 1, 1920 by Kawase Hasui

Lake Ashinoko, which translates as “lake of reeds,” was formed about 3,000 years ago following a volcanic eruption at nearby Mount Hakone. It is one of Japan’s largest and most scenic lakes, surrounded by hot springs, temples, shrines, and villas. Lake Ashinoko offers the best views of Mount Fuji when the weather permits. In this print, Hasui illustrates a snow-capped Mount Fuji soaring between the hills, with cedar trees and a glimmering sky reflecting in the water while a fisherman sails across the lake.

The day was very overcast when I was there, so I sadly had no views of Mt. Fuji, although I was able to see it on another trip.

Lake Ashinoko in Hakone, 1935, by Kawase Hasui

Lake Ashinoko, Hakone, 2017

Kikyo Gate, from the series Twenty Views of Tokyo, 1929, by Kawase Hasui

Otemon Gate, the main entrance of the East Garden of the Imperial Palace in Tokyo, opened to the public in 1968. Located at the city’s center, the East Garden occupies 52 acres and features gardens, a pond and a castle. In this spring scene, Hasui illustrates the outside of Otemon Gate, showing the willow trees lining the sidewalk.

A Spring Evening at Otemon Gate, 1952, by Kawase Hasui

Otemon Gate, Imperial Palace, Tokyo 2017

The Meiji Shrine was built in 1921 in memory of Emperor Meiji (1852-1912) and Empress Shoken (1849-1914). Encompassing 170 acres, the shrine is known for its combination of forests and an iris garden. Here, Hasui depicts purple and white irises in the foreground and visitors strolling around the garden.

Iris Garden at Meiji Shrine, 1951 by Kawase Hasui

Iris garden (not blooming) at Meiji Shrine

In this print, Hasui illustrates the corner of Asakusa Temple, on the eastern side of Tokyo. We see a huge stone lantern, and women in kimonos gathering inside on a rainy morning. The intricate details, from vibrant umbrellas to blooming flowers and yellow trees, reveal the artist’s expertise in depicting seasonal variations.

Rainy Morning in Asakusa, 1930 by Kawaase Hasui

Clear Sky After Snow, Asakusa Kannon Temple, from the series Twenty Views of Tokyo, 1926

Asakusa Temple, Tokyo, 2017

Kasuga Shrine is a Shinto site built in the capital of Nara in the 8th century. According to Japanese mythology, a god of thunder traveled on a white deer to Nara, followed by several treasured gods now enshrined here. After 1,200 years, the building has remained the same, with its vermilion columns, white walls, dark cypress-bark roofs, and surrounding green trees. Wandering deer, who inhabit the shrine and the nearby mountains, are believed to be sacred messengers of Shinto gods (kami).

Kasuga Shrine in Nara, from the series Souvenirs of Travel II, 1921 by Kawase Hasui

Kasuga Shrine

deer of Nara

Rain in Nara (Tower of Kofukuji Temple), 1951 by Kawase Hasui

Tower of Kofukuji Temple, Nara, 2017

I saw a couple of other random pieces of art, then headed to my daughter’s house so we could leave for Charleston early the next morning.

Olpe (Pitcher), ca. 600 BC

Untitled (2004-7) by Jun Kaneko

Chloe, 2016, by Jaume Plensa

Robinson House

Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, Richmond, 2019

(All information came from plaques at the exhibit.)

*Steps: 5,740, or 2.43 miles*

*Sunday, November 10, 2019*

art journal spreads: bismarck to medora, north dakota

wanderessence1025 July 10, 2020

My travel journal was filling up, and I was less than halfway through my “Road Trip to Nowhere.” I tried to squeeze in Friday and Saturday, September 13 & 14, but sadly I couldn’t leave any free pages to do a journal spread later. I would have to move to a new journal on September 15. Instead of doing art spreads, I thought I’d just share my journal pages for those two days.

My pages for Friday, September 13, 2019 cover my trip from Bismarck, North Dakota to Gladstone and the Enchanted Highway and onward to Dickinson and Watford City, ND.

Travel journal for September 13, 2019

Journal spread for September 13, 2019

Travel journal for September 13, 2019

Travel journal for September 13, 2019

My pages for Saturday, September 14, 2019 cover my trip from Watford City, ND. to Fort Union Trading Post National Historic Site, on to the North Unit of Theodore Roosevelt National park, and finally to Medora, North Dakota.

Travel journal for September 14, 2019

I filled up my first journal, and I still would be traveling from September 15-October 4. It turned out I would fill up two more journals. :-)

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“ART JOURNAL” INVITATION: I invite you to post a journal spread on your own blog about your travels. You can do collage, watercolor, acrylics, stamps, drawing or stencils — whatever art form your heart desires. These are my first art journal spreads and drawings, so I can only hope I’ll become more creative as I practice and play. I invite you to do the same!

One of my intentions for my “Road Trip to Nowhere” in September of 2019 was to “Make art journal spreads for each state (Nebraska, South Dakota, North Dakota, Wyoming, and Colorado) through collage, drawing or collecting items.” I’m having so much fun with this that I’ve decided to make a journal spread for each day of my journey.

If you’d like some ideas on creating an art journal, please see my page: on creating art from travels. I actually don’t have many ideas yet, but I hope to add more as I experiment with different art forms. Also, I would love to see any great ideas from the artists out there. Feel free to add a link to your own blog if you do bullet or travel journals of your own.

Include the link in the comments below by Thursday, August 6 at 1:00 p.m. EST. When I write my post in response to this challenge on Friday, August 7, I’ll include your links in that post.

This will be an ongoing invitation, once on the second Friday of each month. Feel free to jump in at any time. 🙂

I hope you’ll join in our community. I look forward to reading your posts!

the ~ wander.essence ~ community

I invite you all to settle in and read a few posts from our wandering community. I promise, you’ll be inspired!

Pauline, of Living in Paradise…, creates some magnificent art journals, using sketching and watercolor, from her travels.
- Art Journal Memories – New Zealand.

Thanks to all of you who shared posts on the “art journal spreads” invitation.

a glimpse of iran at the sackler gallery

wanderessence1025 July 9, 2020

One Sunday in October of last year, we went to the Arthur M. Sackler Gallery, part of the Smithsonian’s National Museum of Asian Art, in D.C. to see an exhibit titled “My Iran: Six Women Photographers.”

Public perceptions of Iran over the last 40 years have been shaped by the upheaval of the Islamic Revolution in 1978-79, when the country’s social and cultural traditions were dramatically transformed.

The works of six female photographers, from the 1970s to the present, offer a complicated and deeply personal view of the country of their birth. Whether created inside or outside of Iran, the carefully staged, often cinematic, images are about memory, loss, and exile, but also about hope. These women acknowledge the past and challenge the present to shed light on their identity as artists, while also offering nuanced interpretations of their Iran.

Hengameh Golestan, along with her husband Kaveh, was one of the photographers who documented the early March 1979 protests that erupted in Tehran after Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini issued a decree requiring all women to wear the chador (veil) in public. Her images capture both the last day Iranian women were in the streets without head coverings and the first widespread protest since Khomeini’s return. In these photos, she poignantly conveys the short-lived sense of excitement, solidarity, and optimism that permeated the first months of the Iranian Revolution.

From the series Witness 1979 by Hengameh Golestan

From the series Witness 1979 by Hengameh Golestan

Malekeh Nayiny was born in Tehran and has lived and worked in the West since 1979.

Red Cloth references her father’s profession as a physician. The photo evokes a sense of care and comfort but also anxiety and suffering, a range of emotions that Nayiny associates with her life before and after leaving Iran.

Red Cloth from the series Sketches of a Fractured Song by Malekeh Nayiny

In Nayiny’s series, Updating a Family Album, Nayiny scanned photographs of her family members taken in the early 20th century. By “updating” them and digitally adding color and patterns, Nayiny also lends whimsy to the photos.

Untitled from the series Updating a Family Album by Malekeh Nayiny

Untitled from the series Updating a Family Album by Malekeh Nayiny

Untitled from the series Updating a Family Album by Malekeh Nayiny

Mitra Tabrizian creates stages cinematic photos that convey a sense of alienation and stillness. Her Border series focuses on Iranians in exile. The photos suggest a state of physical and emotional limbo.

In one photograph, a man stands near an open door, staring into the distance. A former soldier in Iran’s Imperial Army, he now works as a mechanic outside of London. He is separated both physically and emotionally from a younger male figure and a wrecked car in the background.

A Deadly Affair From the series Border by Mitra Tabrizian

In the next photo, a woman dressed in black stares directly at the camera. She seems to have been in that quiet pose for days. Her small suitcase stands in front of a closed door, a symbol of her memories and conflicting desires perhaps to leave or return home.

A Long Wait from the series Border by Mitra Tabrizian

Gohar Dashti draws on her recollections of growing up during the Iran-Iraq War (1980-88). The clusters of people in her series Iran, Untitled are similarly isolated from the world. Here too, the figures are shown with small suitcases, an emblem of their memories and desires.

from the series Iran, Untitled by Gohar Dashti

Works by Gohar Dashti are dramatically composed scenes infused with anxiety and uncertainty. In her recent series Home, she photographed hundreds of plants arranged in abandoned buildings. Even when neglected and forgotten, nature thrives here, confirming the persistence of life and hope for a better future.

Untitled from the series Home by Gohar Dashti

Untitled from the series Home by Gohar Dashti

(All information is from plaques at the exhibit.)

On the way out of the museum, we encountered the Buddha in a Buddhist temple.

Encountering the Buddha

As we returned to our car, we came upon a drum group, Batalá Washington, an all-women Afro-Brazilian band that plays Samba-Reggae rhythms. It was quite a lively performance.

Batalá Washington

On our way home, we stopped at Luzmila’s Bolivian Restaurant for a lunch of Sopa de Mani, or peanut soup, Choclo, or white corn cob, and empañadas. It wasn’t very good, except for the empañadas.

me at Luzmila’s Bolivian Restaurant

Luzmila’s Bolivian Restaurant

*October 19, 2019*

on returning home from ethiopia in 2012

wanderessence1025 July 6, 2020

My journey to Ethiopia, on my 57th birthday, began at just after midnight on October 25, with a drive from Nizwa to Muscat, Oman. I dressed in an outfit appropriate to Africa, in coral and brown and olive-green: “safari clothes” with a pop of color. No safari was planned, but, oh well. The corduroy of the olive-green jacket would hopefully keep me warm in the cool land of Ethiopia, a land where temperatures hover around 70 degrees Fahrenheit (21 Celsius) every day of the year.

Other colleagues from the University of Nizwa were on this trip, though we were traveling separately. Gail was looking for Armenian connections in Addis Ababa. Talib and Chantal had planned an ambitious trip to far-fetched places in the country. Their itinerary included ten-hour bus rides with their daughter in tow! Chantal’s Jamaican origins led her on a quest to discover the Jamaica-Ethiopia connection based on Emperor Haile Selassie (previously Prince Ras Tafari) and the Rastafarians of Jamaica. Being Muslims, they were both especially interested in Harar, an important center of Islamic scholarship in the 17th and 18th centuries. Here Islam penetrated the Horn of Africa.

We took off at 4:50 a.m., flying for 3 1/2 hours, arriving over Ethiopia in the morning light. The landscape from the air was like a rumpled patchwork quilt of golds and greens: mountains, valleys, plateaus and grids of farmland. I wasn’t expecting this of Ethiopia. Stunning.

Gail and me at the airport

Flying into Addis Ababa

First day in Addis Ababa

At the airport, my friend Ed, who was on his second year of duty at the U.S. Embassy in Addis Ababa, was waiting for me. I left my colleagues to follow their own itineraries. It was around 8 a.m. I had a whole day ahead of me in Addis Ababa, the capital city of Ethiopia that means “New Flower.”

Ed thought I would be tired, so he didn’t plan to do much on this first day. He suggested I sleep while he went to work. Taking his advice, I slept until about 1:00. Then I puttered around, read my guidebook, drank tea at the patio table, and killed time taking pictures of what was probably a typical Embassy house.

I took a walk in the neighborhood past an Ethiopian school as it was letting out. Dark skinned children in sky blue sweaters swarmed out of the school. I walked through them to a German bakery, where I ordered a cappuccino and a chocolate croissant and sat on the patio.

Once Ed returned from work, we went out to Yod Abyssinia, an authentic Ethiopian restaurant that served foods from the various ethnic groups in the country. The night was cool and crisp, and the neighborhood’s middle class houses stood silently around us, bounded by concrete walls topped with curled barbed wire. Many houses had round-the-clock guards sitting in little guard houses within the gates.

The restaurant was packed with people of every nationality. Especially evident were the Chinese, who apparently had numerous building projects in Ethiopia, including a ring road around Addis Ababa.

We arrived at the restaurant in the middle of song and dance performances. The Oromo, the Tigrigna, Gurage, the Amhara and other Ethiopian ethnic groups’ dances and music were included in the nightly live performance. The performance was energetic and lively and the music had a fun African beat. Some of the dancers moved so fast, their arms and legs looked like a blur.

Yod Abyssinia served more than 35 varieties of local dishes comprising fasting food (made of an array of vegetables) and non-fasting foods (meats). Various type of wat, or stew, from beef and lamb, doro wot (spicy chicken stew, a rare delicacy in Ethiopia), and tibs, roasted meat, were on the menu. All of the stews and sauces were served on injera, a spongy pancake made of a local grain called tef. We ordered a sample of all of the above, as well as messer, a lentil curry made with onions, chilies and various spices, and a kale dish. In addition, we were served up neat rolls of injera that looked like napkin rolls. We tore the injera into pieces and used the bread as a kind of utensil to pick up bites of the various dishes. They were delicious!

It was such a fun evening for my birthday! It made up for my long day of waiting around and doing nothing. The meal was Ed’s treat and when we returned to his house, he served up a piece of banana bread with a candle on it. Luckily I didn’t have trouble blowing out the one candle, which would have been quite pathetic! He gave me a sweet gift of a delicate monkey necklace made of coconut shell that he picked up on a recent trip to Rodrigues Island in Mauritius.

Happy birthday to me in the land of Abyssinia. 🙂

wandering around Addis Ababa

mural in Addis Ababa

Ed’s Embassy house

Yod Abyssinia

menu at Yod Abyssinia

Yod Abyssinia

me with Ed

washing our hands

our meal is served

Injera and vegetables

Yod Abyssinia

Here is a clip of the live performance if you’d like to watch the Ethiopian dancers in action!

Here’s another:

Lalibela

Friday, October 26: For the second day in a row, I was up early to catch a 7:40 a.m. flight. We left Addis Ababa for Lalibela in the north of Ethiopia. Locals had told us the drive to Lalibela took several days because the roads were not good. Lucky for us, our flight was only an hour.

After getting off the plane, we drove through the countryside to reach Lalibela, passing fields of tef, the grain used to make the spongy Ethiopian bread called injera. We saw the Mesket Escarpment, where multi-day trekking tours could be arranged. Children herded a menagerie of sheep, goats, donkeys and cows along the dusty road, amidst agricultural fields and tukuls, Ethiopian traditional cylindrical huts with cone-shaped roofs. Men, boys, and children carried crops on their heads.

After settling in briefly at the Mountain View Hotel Lalibela, we went out to explore the rock-hewn churches of the town. These churches are important in the history of rock-cut architecture. Though the exact dates they were carved are not certain, most are thought to have been built during the reign of King Lalibela, a member of the Zagwe Dynasty, during the 12th and 13th centuries.

plane to Lalibela

driving to Lalibela

Mesket Escarpment

driving to Lalibela

Mountain View Hotel Lalibela

view from Mountain View Hotel Lalibela

Lalibela was an important place of Ethiopian Christianity, still a place of pilgrimage and devotion. The churches were a UNESCO World Heritage Site. UNESCO had built rather unsightly scaffolding and roofing over many of the churches to protect their interior frescoes from water seepage, a necessary evil.

According to UNESCO, the churches were hewn from the living rock of monolithic blocks. These blocks were further chiseled out, forming doors, windows, columns, various floors, roofs etc. This gigantic work was further completed with an extensive system of drainage ditches, trenches and ceremonial passages, some with openings to hermit caves and catacombs.

Four of the churches were finished as completely free-standing structures, attached to their mother rock only at their bases. The remaining churches ranged from semi-detached to ones whose facades were the only features that had been ‘liberated’ from the rock.

Our guide was Masala, a young Ethiopian man who grew up in the village. He was kind and conveyed so many tidbits of knowledge that I was happy we had him along.

Every time we entered a church, we had to leave our shoes outside. We had a shoe minder who followed us to each of the churches, where he sat outside and “minded” our shoes. He glowed with love and each time, as I struggled with untying and tying my tennis shoes, he helped me put them back on my feet.

We first visited the northern group of churches. Bet Medhane Alem (Savior of the World), was said to be the largest rock-hewn church in the world. Our guide showed us three empty graves in one corner, prepared for Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. Cross-shaped panels pierced the walls. This church held the legendary 7kg gold Lalibela cross, but we weren’t afforded a glimpse of it.

After putting our shoes back on, we proceeded through a passageway cut into solid rock to Bet Maryam, possibly the oldest of the Lalibela churches. Bet Maryam was small, but decorated to the hilt with paintings, frescoes, and intricate carvings on the walls and ceilings. The church was dedicated to the Virgin Mary, who was particularly respected in Ethiopia, and was the most popular church among pilgrims.

On the northern wall, we saw what looked like a Nazi swastika, but our guide Masala assured us this symbol went in the opposite direction of the swastika and was in reality an ancient Christian symbol showing that Christ’s love goes out in every direction, to all corners of the earth.

Bet Meskel and Bet Danaghel, a semi-chapel and chapel, sat on either side of Bet Maryam like two dwarf sentinels.

We walked through another passageway cut into solid rock to Bet Mikael, where we came upon a group of men dressed in white, chanting, beating on drums, and burning incense. They were in the midst of a church service which was beyond my understanding. The men seemed suspended in some mystical, ethereal world, dressed as they were and enveloped in a haze of incense smoke and streaming sunlight. We stood, enraptured by them for quite some time, amazed that we happened upon this holy ceremony.

Bet Medhane Alem

the chapel of Bet Danaghel

Bet Maryam

inside Bet Maryam

a chanting service in Bet Mikael

a painting in Bet Mikael

a chanting service in Bet Mikael

outside of Bet Uraiel

the “Tomb of Adam”

Me, Ed and a Lalibelan woman pose in front of the Tomb of Adam

We left the northern group of Lalibela churches and headed through the preserved tukul village known as Hadish Adi. The site was protected so that visitors could see the round thatch-roofed homes inside and out.

As we walked through the village, we caught sight of a column of white-clad worshipers traipsing through the tukul village, probably after attending the chanting service we witnessed at Bet Mikael.

According to a 2010 Mission Report by UNESCO, the traditional housing of Lalibela is characterized by two main types of buildings: the circular one-story tukul houses (ground and one floor), with external staircases leading to the upper level and the rectangular one-story residences (ground and one floor). The walls are built of stone laid in mud mortar. The interior surfaces of the walls are often plastered with a rich mix of earth, straw and cow dung. The earth is mixed with straw from the teff plant (Eragrostis tef) and the mixture is applied to the wall after undergoing necessary processing.

Our guide Masala told us that he grew up with his seven siblings in one of the tukuls; he led us to his childhood home. He happily posed for a photo in front of the house where he “spent the happiest years of his life.”

We found a little open air hut where an artist was painting scrolls in the Lalibela style. I couldn’t help but buy one. I loved the symbolic style and color of these painted scrolls.

While we browsed through the scrolls, a large group of boys surrounded us and asked if we would buy them a football (soccer ball to Americans) for 500 Ethiopian birr (about $28). They said they were a sports team called Team Obama and they really NEEDED a new ball. However, we had been warned not to give children any money in Ethiopia because it only enticed them to stay out of school. Apparently, a common ploy was to ask tourists for soccer balls or school books, which the children might even buy in the tourist’s presence. As soon as the generous victim’s back was turned, the children returned the books or balls to the shopkeeper for cash.

tukuls

a column of worshipers leaves the Lalibela church of Bet Mikael

tukuls

Masala at his childhood home

tukuls

an artist paints scrolls at Lalibela

scrolls in Lalibela

tukuls

As we walked down the gravelly and dusty hill from the tukul village to the western group of churches, the gravel slipped out from under my feet and I crashed to the ground, my right knee collapsing under me like a jackknife. I couldn’t stop the barrage of unladylike words that sprang out of my mouth. Three years earlier, I had had a partial knee replacement in my right knee, and it seemed whenever I fell, that was the knee that snapped. When I fell today, it hurt like hell! I thought I had seriously damaged it.

Masala and Ed pulled me up. After dusting myself off and shaking it out, I found my limbs appeared to be intact. I was in pain but seemed to be okay. Ethiopia, and especially Lalibela, was not a place where I would want to have a medical emergency!

We continued down the hill to Bet Giyorgis, the most spectacular of all the Lalibela churches. For one, it was perfectly formed in the shape of a Greek cross. It was 15 meters (49 feet) high, carved out of a deep trench, and was the best preserved of the churches. Because it was well-preserved, it lacked the obtrusive and unsightly UNESCO roof and scaffolding that most of the other churches had.

Carved from solid red volcanic rock in the 12th century, it was the most well-known and last built of the eleven churches in the Lalibela area. Legend has it that Ethiopia’s patron saint, Saint George, unexpectedly came to visit King Lalibela on a white horse, just as the King was finishing off his churches. St. George was a little peeved that none of the churches were dedicated to him. King Lalibela immediately sought to make amends by building St. George the most beautiful church of all, Bet Giyorgis, which means Church of Saint George.

Inside were colorful paintings, a priest, and two 800-year-old olive-wood boxes: one was rumored to have been carved by King Lalibela himself and was said to contain a crucifix, made with gold brought from King Solomon’s Temple in Jerusalem.

Masala told me I could ask the priest to wave his cross over me for healing. I asked him to do so, and he waved the cross all around my knees, and then all over my body for healing. Ed had him wave the cross over him too, for general back pain. We tipped him several Ethiopian birr.

Bet Giyorgis

me at Bet Giyorgis

Bet Giyorgis

local at Bet Giyorgis

Bet Giyorgis

Bet Giyorgis from the hilltop above

After lunch at the Mountain View Hotel, we headed out again with Masala to the southeastern group of Lalibela churches. On the way, Masala pointed out The River Jordan and Mount Tabor, named after Jerusalem’s holy sites.

We entered Bet Gabriel-Rufael from the top of the church, walking over a rock-carved bridge that crossed a deep trench. Scholars thought this church might have been a fortified palace for Aksumite royalty in the 7th and 8th centuries. The monumental facade was the most interesting thing about this church.

We made our way through a pitch-black tunnel, which Masala likened to the experience of descending into hell. We emerged into light (likened to heaven) into Bet Merkorios, which some say may have once been the town’s prison. This is because of ankle shackles found within the church. Inside was a fresco representing the three wise men, possibly created in the 15th century.

The freestanding Bet Amanuel was a finely-carved church and may have been the royal family’s private chapel.

Finally, we visited Bet Abba Libanos, a hypogeous church. This meant it was under the earth’s surface. In fact, the church was attached to rock at the top and bottom. Legend said it was built overnight by Lalibela’s wife with the help of a few angels. It seemed to grow sandwiched between slabs of rock.

After leaving the Lalibela churches, we headed back to our rooms, where I took a little nap. Then we went up to the terrace for a bottle of Ethiopian wine: Gonder, produced in Addis Ababa. We ran into some colleagues of Ed’s from the embassy and chatted with them a bit. We sat and enjoyed the sunset and the wine over the beautiful valley of Lalibela. Dinner followed at the Mountain View Hotel, which was not at all memorable.

tukuls

The River Jordan in Lalibela

Bet Gabriel-Rufael

shoes to be minded

Bet Gabriel-Rufael

Bet Amanuel

me with a priest at Bet Amanuel

Bet Abba Libanos

leaving the Lalibela churches

the view of the Lalibela valley from our hotel as the sun is setting

me at Mountain View Hotel Lalibela

sunset from Mountain View Hotel Lalibela

Lalibela’s Saturday Market

Saturday, October 27: I woke up feeling sick, with severe cramps and a wicked headache, as well as general malaise. I blamed the malaria medication I was taking. At the advice of doctors in Nizwa, I was to begin one medication on Thursday, upon arrival in Ethiopia, which I did. However, on Friday, I was supposed to take another medication, and then switch back on Saturday to the first medication. Whatever they gave me for Friday obviously had some bad side effects, as I woke in the middle of the night feeling horrible.

I couldn’t eat breakfast. As Ed ate a delicious-looking omelet, I just sat and nibbled on some plain toast. He asked if I wanted to skip our visit to the Lalibela Saturday market, but how could I? I loved local markets and I couldn’t bear the thought of missing it. So I told him I wanted to go. We had a flight back to Addis Ababa at 12:45. I would just put one foot in front of the other and visit the market.

The market was spread out over a big dirt area in the middle of the town. The villagers had set up tarps or temporary stalls made of eucalyptus poles and textiles. Some just sat under umbrellas to hide from the sun. Some people spread out their grains, vegetables or textiles on tarps or blankets on the ground. It was hot, dusty and chaotic.

People were selling everything imaginable from firewood to salt blocks. Salt was a precious commodity for people and their animals, and was even used as a kind of currency, according to Lonely Planet Ethiopia & Eritrea. Nomads and their camels, even today, travel to the salt lakes in the Danakil Depression in eastern Ethiopia, where they cut by hand rectangular blocks of salt, known as amole, and then spend weeks traveling by caravan to market, where they barter using the bars.

We saw these salt blocks for sale, along with teff. The low quality teff was dark and course, while the more expensive, high-quality teff was pale and smooth.

Also for sale were dried peppers, cabbages, onions, peas and lentils, whole wheat, collard greens and numerous other grains and greens. We also found traditional clothing, colorful textiles and blankets, live chickens, and long eucalyptus poles used for construction.

People came from miles around, mostly on foot, to the Saturday market. The lucky ones had donkeys to carry their goods, but most people carried their goods on their backs or their heads. It was amazing even after we left the market how we passed hordes of people heading to the market from miles and miles away.

The rest of the day, I felt miserable. We caught our plane to Addis Ababa, but we had to endure an extra hour flight as the plane made a stop in Gonder. When we arrived back in Addis, I took a bath and a long nap. I decided to stop taking the malaria medication. I would take my chances. The next day, we would head to Lake Langano, about three hours south of Addis by car. I didn’t want to be sick for that trip!

Lalibela’s Saturday market

tukuls

Lalibela’s Saturday market

Drive to Lake Langano

Sunday, October 28: We woke up early for our 3-hour drive to Lake Langano, south of Addis Ababa. I felt better, after being sick all day yesterday. I think it was because I discontinued that malaria medicine and it was finally clearing out of my system.

Once we escaped the crowds, dirt, and poverty that swarmed around us in Addis, we emerged into beautiful countryside full of acacia trees, tukul huts that rose naturally out of the land, and undulating hills in a patchwork of greens and golds. I fell in love with Africa.

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“ON RETURNING HOME” INVITATION: I invite you to write a post on your own blog about returning home from one particular destination or, alternately, from a long journey encompassing many stops. How do you linger over your wanderings and create something from them? How have you changed? Did the place live up to its hype, or was it disappointing? Feel free to address any aspect of your journey and how it influences you upon your return. If you don’t have a blog, I invite you to write in the comments.

For some ideas on this, you can check out the original post about this subject: on returning home.

Include the link in the comments below by Sunday, August 2 at 1:00 p.m. EST. When I write my post in response to this challenge on Monday, August 3, I’ll include your links in that post.

This will be an ongoing invitation on the first Monday of each month. Feel free to jump in at any time.

the ~ wander.essence ~ community

I invite you all to settle in and read a few posts from our wandering community. I promise, you’ll be inspired!

Indra, of TravTrails, wrote about returning home from Cyprus in August of 2000:
- Cyprus: Bubble in the Sea

Thanks to all of you who shared posts on the “returning home” invitation.

a christmas season jaunt into d.c.’s union market: throwback to normal times

wanderessence1025 July 5, 2020

Last December 15, we went into D.C. to visit Union Market, as well as a couple of museums. We’d heard of it but we’d never been before, and we enjoyed the visit. It was a cool place with a lot of modern hip eateries. We tired a couple of great ones, TaKorean and Arepas. Yum!

Union Market

Christmas tree at Union Market

Union Market

Christmas tree at Union Market

tacos at TaKorean

We also found the Latin American market nearby, La Cosecha. There, I found a beautiful necklace and some earrings from Peru. I convinced Mike they’d make a great Christmas present for me. 🙂

Union Market surrounds

Union Market surrounds

Union Market surrounds

La Cosecha

La Cosecha

La Cosecha

La Cosecha

necklaces at La Cosecha

After Union Market, we went to the Smithsonian American Art Museum (SAAM), where we saw two exhibits: a japanese take on american landscapes: chiura obata at saam and american bison at saam. Then we walked to our car via Chinatown.

Chinatown in D.C.

Chinatown, D.C.

*Sunday, December 15, 2019*

poetic journeys: a dose of mercy

wanderessence1025 July 3, 2020

A Dose of Mercy

This poem was taken from headlines from the Courier Journal of Louisville, Kentucky on Saturday, March 2, 2019 and March 6, 2019.

Louisville is home to the Muhammad Ali Center. Muhammad Ali was a great boxer and civil rights activist: man vs. man in cincinnati & louisville.

“We Shall Overcome”

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“POETRY” Invitation: I invite you to write a poem of any poetic form on your own blog about a particular travel destination. Or you can write about travel in general. Concentrate on any intention you set for your poetry.

One of my intentions for my trip to Kentucky was to write a Headline Poem. I started by getting two local newspapers, both the Courier Journal (from different dates), from Louisville, Kentucky. I cut out about 50 words and phrases from the two newspapers. I played around with all the cut-out words and phrases and then arranged them on card stock, then glued them down.

You can either set your own poetic intentions, or use one of the prompts I’ve listed on this page: writing prompts: poetry. (This page is a work in process). You can also include photos, of course.

Include the link in the comments below by Thursday, August 6 at 1:00 p.m. EST. When I write my post in response to this challenge on Friday, August 7, I’ll include your links in that post.

This will be an ongoing invitation, on the first Friday of each month. Feel free to jump in at any time. 🙂

I hope you’ll join in our community. I look forward to reading your posts!

volterra in tuscany

wanderessence1025 July 2, 2020

From San Gimignano, we drove to Volterra. We loved the higher mountains and deep valleys green with vineyards and farms. At a food truck along the way, I got a hot dog and Mike a salami sandwich. We each enjoyed lemon sodas and cookies for dessert.

lunchtime food truck

our Mercedes rental car

The drive got more scenic the closer we got to Volterra.

Villa Felice Ristorante

statue at Villa Felice Ristorante

the countryside on the way to Volterra

on the way to Volterra

Right away, there was a hassle with the parking. Mike dropped me at the entrance and drove down into an underground parking garage with postcard-sized parking spots. It seemed I waited forever for him to come out into the light.

The town looked so pretty sitting on the hill, even with the ominous clouds. The town stands over Le Balze, a stunning panorama of hills and gullies.

walking up to Volterra

Volterra

walking up to Volterra

Volterra is a Tuscan hilltop town with 3,000 years of history and 11,000 inhabitants. In the 9th and 8th centuries B.C., the first human settlements developed into a city state in the Etruscan era. In the 4th century B.C., imposing defensive walls were built, and it became one of the most important of the Etruscan City States with almost 25,000 inhabitants.

In the middle of the 3rd century B.C., Volterra was conquered by Rome. During a period of economic growth, Volterra became involved in a civil war and lost much land and property. During the Imperial Era, Volterra didn’t suffer the decline that other Etruscan City States did.

The town became a diocese around the 5th century A.D.. It was under the rule of powerful bishop counts until the 13th century. In 1472, Volterra was looted and conquered by the Medici and il Mastio, the fortress and tower, were built. The revolt against the Florentine Republic took place in 1530.

Right away, I found a leather shop and bought a deep teal leather bag for €49.

Volterra

Soon, we climbed up the Casa Torre Toscano for views of the town.

views of Volterra from Casa Torre Toscano

views of Volterra from Casa Torre Toscano

views of Volterra from Casa Torre Toscano

views of Volterra from Casa Torre Toscano

The Romans, and later the Florentines, laid siege to the town to secure its supply of minerals and stones, particularly alabaster, which is still worked into handicrafts.

After enjoying the views, we walked around the town, looking at shops. I was in search of an alabaster necklace or earrings since the town is famous for its alabaster. I bought a necklace for €16.

We strolled into a park to see the ruins of the 1st century BC Roman theater, with adjacent remains of Roman terme (baths). We also tried to see the town’s Duomo, but it was closed for renovations.

Piazza San Giovanni is the religious square with the Cathedral and Baptistry, both consecrated in 1120. The Baptistry with its 15th-century dome is attributed to Brunelleschi. It stands beside the Cathedral dedicated to Santa Maria Assunta (the Assumption Mary), complemented by its 44 meter high bell tower.

Volterra

Baptistry

bell tower of Santa Maria Assunta Cathedral

Duomo – under renovation

Volterra

laundry in Volterra

Volterra

We stopped to enjoy a glass of wine in a cozy shop.

cafe in Volterra

Volterra

We slowly made our way back to the parking lot, where we retrieved the car painlessly and drove back to San Gimignano.

view from park in Volterra

ciao to volterra

The drive was beautiful, over rugged terrain. We listened to an Italian radio station that played Bing Crosby: “Lay that pistol down, babe. Pistol-packing mama.” The radio hosts kept saying “Nostalgia,” and I wondered if that was the name of the station.

Tuscan villas, cypress trees, umbrella pines, and neat rows of vineyards dotted the countryside. We could see the towers of San Gimignano in the distance. I wished so badly I could drive a Vespa through that landscape. Mike loved driving the sporty Mercedes over the winding mountain roads.

We weren’t game to go back into San Gimignano, but on the outskirts of the town, we stopped at Il Trovatore for an early dinner. We got to the restaurant at 6:30, and they let us sit and drink wine until they opened at 7:00. Opera played on the sound system in the opera-themed restaurant, of course.

We enjoyed Pizza Violetta, with mozzarella, mascarpone cheese, raw ham and arugula. Also, an Insalatona Falstaff: lettuce, arugula, radicchio, apple, walnuts, raisins and crispy smoked ham. This was accompanied by a side dish of Fagioli Cannellini all’Olio, white beans in extra virgin olive oil. What a lovely meal in an unexpected place. È stato squisito! (It was delicious, exquisite!)

Pizza Violetta

Insalatona Falstaff and Fagioli Cannellini all’Olio

Today was such a pleasant, laid-back day, even with the threat of rain, some cool winds, and heavy steely clouds.

Back in our villa apartment, we relaxed and I wrote in my journal. It was supposed to rain the next 2-3 days, but we planned to go to Siena nonetheless.

*Steps 14,388, or 6.1 miles*

*Friday, May 3, 2019*

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First day in Addis Ababa

Lalibela

Lalibela’s Saturday Market

Drive to Lake Langano

Lake Langano

Addis Ababa

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A Dose of Mercy

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