La Guaira, Venezuela
I don’t remember the name of the little Venezuelan village that we visited that day, or of the beautiful beach where I fell asleep reading Gates of Fire. After traveling non-stop for four months, I was exhausted. But I was aware enough to notice the beauty around me; the lush jungle, the beautiful people, the lively music being played in the small village for our entertainment. I laughed to myself as I watched a man in a white robe and a carved wooden cane watch over the festivities with smiling approval, as if he was the guardian of the village. Perhaps he was. A little boy with a pet monkey ran into the jungle and picked a banana for me. It tasted like an apple.
Everyone danced and laughed. It was wonderful. It was the kind of day that, although brief, brings back memories of pure happiness. A seemingly carefree and simple life, even if just for that day, filled with waterfalls, brights colors, and big white smiles. And monkeys.
*These pictures were scanned from film originals, so the quality is less than ideal.