This post is way late. But after a week of reflection (in my overheating apartment) in Vancouver, I feel I should share some final thoughts in order to conclude this blog.
When I think back upon the beginning of this experience, I reflect on the end of the first week in Lima: I marvelled to Morgan about how much had happened in such a short amount of time, and how much time there was still left to go. I could go on to say how fast the time went by, but I’m sure you all know that by now. I learned a lot over the course of 7 weeks. Although the “Making and Unmaking of Indigeneity” was an overarching theme of this course, the lessons and reflections I take home with me extend far beyond the lessons learned in the classroom.
What does it mean to be Indigenous to a place? When looking at grand scale contexts, histories, and politics- this question can create definitions that are murky. However, I think the exploration of this concept has allowed for introspection into our own identities in correlation to place. I’ve often found myself bewildered during this trip that the people that I have become close with in South America are people who I may never have met back at home. The versions of them I’ve grown to know being different from their normal’s back in Vancouver. I think about the different version of me that will be remembered by people I’ve met in Peru.
Jason: the Italian/Peruvian shop owner who shared his stories and his gelato at the base of Sacsayhuaman- bringing his two homes together through a sweet dessert.
Nial: a filmmaker who attended Kusi Kawsay, but spends his time with the Squamish nation in BC. He wants to make a film about Indigenous education systems.
Estaban: our friend at Pisac Inn, who watches many people travel in and out of his workplace. Finding friendship in a group of excitable students studying Indigeneity in the Andes
All of you: curious intellects from all walks of life- fate crossing our paths for 7 weeks in the Andes.
I don’t know if I know how to properly summarize all my final thoughts and feelings into a single blog post. But I do know that I will hold my time in Peru and our experiences together very near and dear to my heart. From conversations over delicious food, to late night shenanigans, to a cheeky terrace cigarette here and there, It’s been a pleasure to get to know all of you. I hope we will cross paths again someday in Vancouver.
With Lots of Love
Grace (aka Elk Island)