After a good rest in Miraflores, Peru, I
decide to visit Lima, the capital of Peru. I have no plan really. I just know
that I will spend three days there. I decide to explore the city. While walking
on the streets, you can feel a different, vibrant energy. The weather is kind,
people are always smiling and the streets are full of color.
I am captivated by a lot of things there, but
something about Monastery of San Francisco attracts me by the entrance. It is definitely
not the Spanish Baroque architecture of the monastery that attracts me though
it’s beautiful. But does it have something deeper than that?
As soon as you enter the monastery, you get a
strange feeling, or maybe it is just my brain over analyzing. Walking on the
old couloirs, feeling the musky, old scent in the air, looking at the paintings
on those walls, it gives a mysterious feel to it.
While following the crowd, I reach the
basement. The couloirs are narrow and unfinished. The walls looked as if they
were scraped. I see covens and buried skeletons. Series if skulls are arranged in
patterns to please the viewer’s eyes. To be honest, my eyes never saw a
skeleton before, except in the biology class at school that I always sucked at.
The deeper I walk into the tiny couloirs, I
feel there is a lot more to discover. I am eager and anxious at the same time.
I want someone that I can share the enthusiasm I felt with, but there is nobody
there.
I finally get out of the covens and reach a
very antique library. The moment I enter, I knew this is what I had been
longing for. This is what I am here for. The old books, the dust, the smell of
the old wood and yellowed pages, it gives me a feeling that I felt once before
in my life, but in a different country. It brings a beautiful, yet adventurous
memory of the past which I will share some other time.
I spend countless minutes just standing and
staring at the books. The magical place changed the view I have towards life.
There is no other place I want to be right now.
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