Roy’s grandparents live on a farm deep in the Andes around an hour’s walk away from the closest town and almost five hours away from Huancayo by car. I’ve found that rural areas always have a certain beauty about them and the view from where their farm sits almost seems like the majestical land around Machu Picchu.One afternoon, Roy’s cousins invited us to pick flowers in their garden. I collected flowers for my hat, my hair, and my basket.
I wonder if living surrounded by nature can make you more grateful and observant. That afternoon, I was introduced to mini strawberries, all kinds of color combinations, and clip-like flowers I could attach to my hair. Truthfully, over the entire time I spent there, I learned about all the different ways that the natural world around me could make me smile, whether we were creating string instruments from cacti or finding especially sweet fruit on the tree.In the city, there’s often this rushed feeling of the need for productivity that we forget about the simplest, most beautiful moments, such as smelling the flowers. What I loved about the people I met in Huancavelica was that they noticed, remembered, and appreciated the beauty around them.
When and how have you recently stopped to “smell the roses”?