A month in Cuenca. Crazy!

The month visiting Ecuador was spent in Cuenca, with four days in Quito’s colonial district. We saw beautiful old churches, fascinating museums, incredible wildernesses, artisans, street vendors, people…mostly very industrious. This was during the pandemic, so all wore masks indoors and out, many were double masked.

At the door of all establishments we were invited to sanitize hands, step through shoe cleaner, and had our temps taken. This was standard practice at all shops, cafes, churches, museums, buses, the airport, etc. Many people spoke at least some English, but not all. They were as eager to understand us as we were them, and we availed ourselves of google translator to facilitate the more difficult exchanges when our elementary Spanish failed.

I characterized them as industrious because local people were always finding creative ways to earn a living. Street performers juggling for coins rushed out into the streets at red lights, old women and children sold small packets of Chiclets at street corners. Once while having tea at a cafe, we watched as a neatly groomed young boy with a bird on his shoulder was coached by his dapper dad on how to approach customers to ask for change to feed his trained bird. Women with children in tow sold colorful and exotic fruits from carts they moved along sidewalks and city squares. Everyone seemed to help each other, all friendly but none pushy. (Heads up, many folks were not willing to have their pictures taken by touristsn, so it is good to ask before clicking.)

Cuenca has a varied climate – cool in the mornings, maybe a light rain, hot early afternoons, followed by a steep cooling around 4. So it was common to see people wearing down jackets all day long, seriously covering their heads during the hottest part of the day. Ecuador’s high elevation means your head is closer to the sun than you may be accustomed to, so a hat is a good thing…a Panama hat, even better.

Of course, in Cuenca we visited the Panama hat museums and shops, and purchased a few hats while there. Smart. Remember the Panama hat, or toquilla straw hat, actually comes from Ecuador. The story goes that back in 1906 Teddy Roosevelt was photographed wearing one of these hats when visiting the construction site of the Panama Canal, thus igniting interest in them globally.

We often had lunch in the tiny cafes along the street for about $3.50 per lunch or almuerza that usually includes a soup of some sort followed by stewed chicken or pork (hornado) on rice and maybe fried plantains.

There are many upscale coffee shops and restaurants that serve more sophisticated fare, too. We stopped wherever we happened to be at the time the lunch bell rang. We particularly enjoyed Sinfonia near the Parque de la Madre where those who love great coffee are sated and those of us that prefer great chocolate are also contented.

During our long stay in Cuenca we visited just about every church and museum that was open. Unfortunately we were unable to see the terraced Archeologogy Park of Pumapungo since Covid had made it necessary to close their doors. That was a major heartbreak for me. Though we never gave up trying to get inside, in the end we had to settle for taking pictures over and through fences on our several walks to the site along the Tomebamba.

My favorite indoor experience was at the Museo Municipal de Arte Moderno. This museum, right off a sweet little Plaza San Sebastian, was built in 1867 as the House of Temperance, a facility for helping alcoholics, a detention center and as a jail. I thought it had been an abbey, but regardless, the little cells are perfectly suited for the various colorful installations. I was transported from one room to the next mesmerized by the accompaniment of composer Saint-Saëns’ Violin Concerto No. 3. You can see why i was dazed.

At the Museo Municipal de Arte Moderno
The Museo Municipal de Arte Moderno
A random green in one of several courtyards in the Museo Municipal de Arte Moderno.
One of several friendly street artisans
At the Museo Municipal de Arte Moderno
Cuenca has many amazing murals
These traditional Ecuadorean skirts seem to be of heavy velveteen fabric adorned with a kajillion tiny pleats and trimmed in colorful embroidery. Both men and women often wear fedoras to keep the sun’s hot rays off their heads.
At the Museo Municipal de Arte Moderno
Normally we walked or took public transportation to sites we wanted to visit, but we enlisted a guide to drive us to the studio of weaver Monica Jimenez. There are several generations of weavers in Monica’s family.
Monica demonstrated how she gets the organic dyes she uses on her wool textiles, some are abstracted from dead insect casings.
from above the H&M boutique off the main plaza in Cuenca. Yes, they have an H&M-fancier than the ones I’ve seen in the US, also a Levi’s store.

I love their knack for self expression.

At the Museum of Aboriginal Cultures
Really yummy pastries are readily available throughout the city.

This is actual a shot in Quito, Ecuador
At the farmers market shoppers are discouraged from touching produce, which is always plentIful and very cheap.
At the Museo Municipal de Arte Moderno you are encouraged to express yourself. We did.
At the Museo Municipal de Arte Moderno
Some of the lush flora a El Cajas National Park
On our way to Ingapirca, closed that day, but fun adventure anyway. This guy reminded me of Sylvester and his Magic Pebble.
At the Museo Municipal de Arte Moderno
Love the old colonial architecture here…and the delightful confectionaries.
This wa s taken on our walk up the cobblestone road to Laviucu in Cajas. This doesn’t capture it, but I was always surprised to see big cows grazing on very steep inclines.
This is just a simple shot inside the Museo Remigo Crespo Toral, formerly a gracious and elegant mansion, now a quite nice museum and a very pleasant cafe that overlooks the Tomebomba River. With this shot I’m making a note that I want a sapphire tufted sofa in my next abode.
Oh, dear! This is not a Cuenca cathedral but the very impressive Basilica del Voto Nacional in Quito. Actually I think I like the outside more than the inside though. It’s the spires, I think, and I’m sorry To have missed the tops in this shot.

El Cajas National Park. Cold and crazy wonderful.

Where next? After our month in Equador followed by a month in Texas, I’ll spend three months in France with brief stopoffs in Ireland, Budapest and Switzerland.

Breathless in El Cajas

El Cajas National Park in Ecuador has 200+ lagoons with a total of 786 bodies of water at an altitude of 10,170 feet to 14,600 feet. 

What I loved: the cold, wet weather amazing biodiversity (the tiny colorful flora, the orangey queña Polylepis or “paper trees”) and the challenge.

What I didn’t like: It was slippery, and muddy with strong winds, and I was wearing my Dansko‘s instead of my hiking boots. My trekking poles would’ve helped — a lot! Plus the high altitude continues to leave me breathless – or maybe it’s just me now. Oh, and the fact that my peanutbutter sandwich had jam on it so I had to replace it with a Ritters chocolate and hazelnut candy bar. (OK, well that part wasn’t too bad.)

Cajas was a heck of a lot more beautiful than I thought it would be and two of Cuenca’s turbulent rivers (the Tombebamba and the Yanuncay) get their start at Cajas and then flow through to the Amazon. 

Later in our month in Ecuador we would hike the Llaviucu lagoon trail in Cajas where we rested on the tall cool grass among a small pack of grazing llamas and alpacas, but this hike I will treasure beyond measure, and will dream of doing it again. 

Here’s more: “El Cajas a natural  passage between the Sierra and the Costa, was used by the Canaris, who inhabited the area before the Inca and Spanish invasions. The Incas build a road (which you can travel a bit of) connecting Cuenca with the coast.  In the republican era, the route was revitalized and renamed the “Camino Garcia Moreno.”

Laviucu in El Cajas National Park

Quito, Ecuador: 24 karats cover baroque church

Today in Quito, Ecuador we visited the Church of the Society of Jesus (La Iglesia de la Compañía de Jesús). This Spanish Baroque church was built by the Jesuits 1605-1765 and is decorated in 24-karat gold leaf -approx 54 kilos of gold-(some say 1 ton, and that’s all that survived the pillaging after the monks were tossed out)and volcanic gray stone.

Glowingly ornate, this church awed and saddened me at the same time. No, not because of the huge painting that depicted hell with Lucifer overlooking a room of gruesome tortures, but because of the people who believe(d) this is the way to honor God. I can’t help wondering what would Jesus think?

‘Bon voyage’…or ‘Can you love it and leave it, anyway?’

April 28, 2021. My last day on the job as communications and marketing manager for Habitat or Humanity Portland Metro ReStores was exactly six years from my very first day. So much had happened since day 1, for instance I had had terrific support from the director, my bosses, who allowed me to stretch my wings and develop fresh skills. I had had the privilege to work with some very fine and fascinating people – coworkers, volunteers and customers, of course. Every day something new, every day knowing the work being done not only helped people attain affordable, safe housing, but that we were supporting reuse, too!

While living in Portland, I was able to explore the most glorious green trails I could ever have imagined. I love how Portland is an everyday bikers’ paradise, and it’s only going to get better in terms of offering more safe options for sharing roadways and developing greenways. I found that most of the people I met seemed to want to do better, to be better citizens and individuals, to find a way for everyone to live better together. I like that word: together.


But there comes a time, and this was it. Let’s see what’s out there, OK? Ready, set, go!

April 28: Last day at work

April 29 -30: Finishing boxing all my wordlies and load them into a 15-ft. U-Haul truck

May 1: Drive to Olympia and deposit goods in 10×10 storage unit (How the heck did I accumulate so much…stuff?)

May 2: Breathe

May 3: Depart for Ecuador

Hasta luego, a plus tard, Később találkozunk, feicfidh mé ar ball thú, PNW!

Epilogue: Will I ever find a place that this roving Texas girl can love as much as Portland? That is the question.

(Note: These retrospective posts trace back adventures from April 2021 to January 2022.)

Reflections on Mt. Tabor. Portland, Oregon (Photo credit: Martha Cerna)

Taking the high road above Multnomah Falls

IMG_2242I love the wonderful trail above Multnomah Falls. The 11 steep switchbacks are paved and usually quite busy, but since a boulder fell on the Benson Bridge in January, the regular trail is closed, and many visitors don’t look for other options to the overlook.

On some maps the Ak-Wanee Trail is 1.8 miles, on others it is .9. To take it to the overlook you have to go past Multnomah Falls Lodge to the first little parking lot. I think there is room for about 5 cars. Then you  have to seek out the trail by walking a few yards to the right down the road. It's kind of hidden.

On some maps the Ak-Wanee Trail is 1.8 miles, on others it is .9. To take it to the overlook you have to go past Multnomah Falls Lodge to the first little parking lot. I think there is room for about 5 cars. Then you have to seek out the trail by walking a few yards to the right down the road. It’s kind of hidden.

Luckily, the Ak-Wanee Trail(No. 400) is still fit to travel, albeit you have to climb over three landslides that can look intimidating – at least to me. (Will I reawaken them and end by riding down the cliffs in an angry soup of massive slate stone, upturned tree roots and orange mud? I walk gingerly and take up the trail on the other side.)

This shot was taken at the second of 11 steep, but paved switchbacks to the falls overlook.

This shot was taken at the second of 11 steep, but paved switchbacks to the falls overlook.

Once you get past the overlook, the trail becomes a paradise of marvels. Swift waterfalls and deep clear pools, fern covered overhanging cliffs, streams to amble over, thick, mossy timbers that reach to the sky, intriguing winding paths make it a joy to explore…even though the drizzle persists and runs into my eyes and off my “ski-lift” nose.

Here you’ll find the Weisendanger and Ecola falls. You veer right at Trail #420 for 1.2 miles, then right onto Trail #419 ad #420 to #442 past Fairy Falls and Lemmon’s Viewpoint and Wahkeena Falls as you make your way back down the Columbia River Gorge.

Those switchbacks always leave me winded, but I never tire of the trail to Weisendager and Ecola falls.

Those switchbacks always leave me winded, but I never tire of the trail to Weisendager and Ecola falls.

I don’t want to turn. I want to go farther…up to Larch Mountain, but that is another 5 miles one way. A particularly deep and wide patch of snow turns me around at this point. As I do, the rain makes a bigger splash and when I hit the switchbacks the Columbia River is completely obscured by a low hanging cloud or thick mist.  I’ll be back in two weeks, starting out earlier, carrying extra provisions (a chocolate almond butter sandwich, perhaps?) and a determination to advance toward my goal.

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Portland’s hidden stairways secreted in NW hillside

IMG_1419There is something about a stairway that fascinates. It pulls at me and urges me up, up, up to explore the mysteries that lie at the top – or at the bottom, for that matter. I find them difficult or impossible to resist. That is the way of it for the many hidden stairways that lie carved into the hills of northwest Portland.IMG_1411

Author Laura O. Foster wrote that there are 196 public stairways in Portland. She, like I, prefer the little secreted gems that tell stories of Portland’s past. Foster says some used to serve as main thoroughfares before streets were laid. In her “The Portland Stairs Book” she runs through a number of the tales she has uncovered during her research. But for me, I find several stairways within walking distance of my northwest-side apartment – and go to get a first-hand experience.

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Many of the staircases are snug up against houses – like this one!

Some of the stairways linking the winding streets of the neighborhood are broad, but many more are narrow, steep and moss-covered. You have to look hard to find them – or look on a map and plan the route. Sometimes you can see them as pale gray lines, shortcuts connecting looping streets.  Foster calls them “instant ziplines.” But many are unnoted.
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On another day I discovered several on the way up to, through, and into the hills west of Washington Park on my way to Hoyt Arboretum. One was just a little stairwell, leading zig-zag to a small green field enclosed by dense shrubbery. I crossed the tiny public park to find the connecting stairway to the next street level. And so it goes: bit by bit, little steep shortcuts through the hillside.

You can probably find these special vertical footpaths notched into all the hills around the city – and maybe in your city, as well. In the southwest quadrant  between Goose Hollow/PSU campus and OHSU they climb into neighborhoods of tall, multi-leveled Victorian and contemporary-styled homes perched along the narrow streets cliffs. Some are concrete, some wooden, some metal…all fascinating – and quite helpful, really. Thigh-burners for the most part.

I love the ones that run directly next to beautifully landscaped yards. One provided convenient built-in benches every 50 or so steps – I think there were about 150 steps altogether. IMG_1447

When I get to the top, I find a wonderful, quiet neighborhood with stately homes. Children just arriving home from school are walking their dogs and making meetup plans with friends as they run down the street. What must it be like to live here looking out over the city of Portland? I can only imagine before I direct my steps back down the next secret stairway.IMG_1421

Crossing the Willamette: A bridge…not too far!

IMG_1359There are 11 bridges over the Willamette River in Portland. From where I live in the northwest quadrant, I can walk through downtown and across a number of them. They are wonderfully picturesque with wide, clearly demarcated lanes that provide safety for bikers, joggers and pokey walkers – like me! IMG_1390

One drizzly day – and most days are at least partially drizzly in Portland – I ventured 9 miles RT east across the Willamette River to Tabor Bread in the Hawthorne District.

The route to the bakery cafe took me across Hawthorne Bridge and on by a multitude of second-hand mid-century modern furniture shops, trendy clothing stores, restaurants, bars and such that dot the popular Hawthorne ave.

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Come on – Really?!! Mead tasting this way –>

I just can’t figure out the allure of mid-century mod-podge. But, perhaps it’s because I lived through it. I think I’ve had enough of laminated turquoise and yellow countertops and plastic dinnerware and sharp-cornered sofas. But, it was fascinating to see so much of it – and to watch others enjoying it. IMG_1381

Once I arrived at Tabor Bread I discarded my black, damp raincoat and brown wool muffler and settled in to a veggie frittata sandwich with goat fromage blanc and kalamata olives on white wheat batard, a cup of carmelized cabbage soup – and, of course, a cup of black tea – Bombay Breakfast, to be exact. It was lovely. A meal, a slice of quiche, savory bread pudding, chocolate ganache cake or chocolate brioche is a delightful reward for making a stop at Tabor Breads. IMG_0775

Sated, and turning toward home, I decided to head north a few blocks and then back west down SE Belmont and the Morrison Bridge. I stopped in at the Tao of Tea where I purchased a small tin of Pu-er Tuocha, then browsed a wonderful little dress shop called Simply Vintage at SE 36th. But when I arrived at the bridge, I noted that the sidewalk ended abruptly at the Trimet bus stop.

I was trying to determine an alternate route, when a panhandler standing nearby offered some “no-charge” assistance. He told me there were two options. One would take me down a stairway and directly into an area where the homeless often defecated. Not a good place for a woman to go alone, he stressed. He advised me to take another route down the street to my immediate left, under the shadowy IMG_1373overpass. (According to him, people park some very nice cars down there, so it must be pretty safe, right? I questioned that as soon as I arrived.) Next, I would cross the street where I would find a nice wide sidewalk leading up a circular ramp and across the Morrison Bridge.

That bit of advice – so freely given – was greatly appreciated. I was back across the bridge, back across downtown Portland, and ALMOST back in my cozy 4th-floor apartment when I discovered the elevator was down for routine maintenance. Such is life, you know?IMG_1347

Twin waterfalls, Pool of Winds at end of Hamilton Mtn hike

IMG_0417It was a cold and very blustery afternoon when I directed my Mazda to the Washington side of the Columbia River Gorge for a short hike at Beacon Rock State Park. The tall Douglas firs were twitching and crackling loudly but I was determined to take a 3-mile diversion to view the twin Hardy and Rodney falls. IMG_0471(The previous week I had attempted the last stretch of a Mt. Hood trail to Tamanawas Falls, but the icy sloping stretches deterred me from my destination. I will need to purchase some YakTrax if I’m to try that again in winter.)

The strong wind pushed me back during the initial 440-foot gain, and I have to say I was worried for the first half mile or so – worried that it would hurl a hefty tree branch crashing into my thick skull. The path up Hamilton Mountain was strewn with limbs and broken tree trunks, so I knew it was a definite possibility.

But about 3/4 mile in the trail took a turn in a different direction and things grew mild as I approached the sign directing me to the viewpoint overlooking the 90-ft Hardy Falls. IMG_0372I climbed under the timber rails of the platform to get a closer look. During this winter season much of the foliage had fallen away, but I think it would be even more spectacular during the summer and fall months.

Then, on up a wee bit further where the trail forked, I took the spur to the Pool of Winds. Here at the top of Hardy Creek the water is funneled through a hole in the cliff and plunges down 45 feet to a clear deep pool. I clicked off a couple of rainbowed and wet shots with my now-damp iPhone (Thank you, Otterbox.)

Pool of Winds

Pool of Winds

From there the white water cascades down Rodney Falls under a splendid log footbridge and rumbles over the smooth boulders of Hardy Creek. I love the footbridges and railed switchbacks along this portion of the trail. They remind me of a Tarzan movie.

I continued on the trail only about another half mile or so before time made me turn back again – but not before snapping off a few photos of the tall evergreens overlooking the grand Columbia River Gorge.

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Love locks on the Steel Bridge

IMG_9980Stretching my legs, I took about a 5-mile loop walk through downtown Portland. First stop: The Steel Bridge. This wonderful old structure

The loud rumblings of cars, buses and the MAX Light Rail failed to move the old Steel Bridge as it crossed the Willamette River carrying passengers in and out of downtown Portland. IMG_9942I walked below the noisemakers taking a 5-mile loop walk around downtown. No vibration. The lower level, that houses Amtrak rails, can be raised to allow for smaller vessels to pass without disrupting traffic along the upper deck. But the upper deck can also open for large ships and freighters.

IMG_0011As I crossed I noticed the “love locks” fastened to the walkway grating, put there by lovers who are supposed to throw the key into the river. Some say the tradition started in Serbia in the mid-20th century. Others say romantic ritual began in response to Frederico Moccia’s 1992 book – and film adaption – Three Meters Above the Sky – or “Tre metri sopra il cielo.”IMG_9952

The bridge, completed in 1912, is  still owned and maintained by Union Pacific and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places as the world’s only known working telescoping dual-lift truss bridge.

Portland celebrates it’s 14 bridges (or 17 if you toss in the rail-only crossings) with an annual PDX Bridge Festival. Pass me another beer, Betty!IMG_0031See more photos on Facebook.