I just spent the last 10 days in my beloved Busintana. It’s one of those things where you want to share, but you know that if you try you’ll both fail to convey the magic, and you’ll lose some of it by putting it out there. Lao Tzu said something like “He who knows doesn’t speak, and he who speaks doesn’t know.” I’m not saying I know anything, but at the same time I feel I’ve crossed a threshold where I understand I can’t impart what is special by talking about it. Suffice it to say, I’ve renewed my sense of wonderment and connection with life through the Arhuaco people, and plan to return soon… Here are some pictures just to tease a little bit:

An adventure through the jungle worthy of more than my Birkenstocks
A bird nest that had fallen to the ground
Love this leaf – a natural umbrella, with 4ft radius
Sama and I after our trek.
Egbert. Too cute to be mad at for peeing on the floor of my room.
Gala, a hen to inspire Dalí
The river you walk through to get to the garden. I like this concept and think I want a river (or a moat) to access my house.
Another unusual bed partner to compliment my Barichara scorpion
Amor.