Five days in Cuenca

“Let the beauty we love be what we do.” — Rumi

Cuenca charmed me quietly, then all at once. I stayed with family in a 300-year-old house that creaked like it was telling secrets. The stairs had a full percussion section—no thief could sneak in without a solo. Every room wore bold colors, and the rain-soaked garden practically joined us for breakfast. It rained daily. The plants were delighted. Little Lora was not stopped; she collected flowers like it was her job.

Breakfast room with kitchen and garden.

Dining room, which was a former interior court

One of many bedrooms with a loft

One of the doors with beautiful patterns done by woodworms

My daughter Anna-Sophie and her partner Max looking down from their bedroom and brushing teeth

Nearby, the Tomebamba River divided old and new Cuenca with dramatic flair, lined with great food and better views.

Even crumbling walls were painted with life—proof that in Cuenca, beauty shows up everywhere, especially where you least expect it.

A nearly collapsing old house painted with beautiful images of flowers

Roasted Guinea pigs, a specialty in Ecuador

We discovered this writing on one of the houses – water is more worth than gold. In the nearby mountains of Cuenca, the Cajas, a company wanted to excavate gold. The citizins of Cuenca went on the streets, resisted and were successful.

We visited two museums: one devoted to exquisite pre-Inca art, the other telling Cuenca’s history from start to finish. Both were captivating.

All the objects shown in the museum of pre- Incan art where used for ceremonies. Everyday objects are hardly found because of the wet weather.

Cuenca is a city of dialogue—and disagreement. Local tribes remain fiercely proud of their heritage, especially the Cañari. In 1471, an Inca emperor attempted diplomacy. He married a Cañari princess and built his palace in Cuenca. The ruins are still there. Romance, however, proved short-lived. The Cañari fiercely resisted Inca rule and, a century later, sided with the Spanish conquistadors under Pizarro. The Incas fell, only for everyone to discover that colonial domination was no happy ending either.

In the museum they showed how the Cañari tribe did agriculture – in a circular way. The Incas used terraces. he Cañari later resisted Inca rule and, a century on, sided with Pizarro’s Spanish conquistadors. The Incas fell—but soon everyone found themselves under colonial rule. History, it seems, has a sense of irony.

Cuenca, a town of about 330 000 inhabitants, has 71 churches. The three massive cupolas in the background belong to the biggest church of Cuenca, the Cathedral of Immaculate Perception.

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Born and raised in a village along the Danube in Austria, Traude Wild soon ventured out into the world. After a two-year program for tourism in Klesheim/Salzburg, she spent nearly a year in South Africa and Namibia. By returning back to Austria, she acquired a Master of Economics at the University of Vienna. After moving to the United States with her four children, she studied Art History at Arizona State University and stayed in the United States for fourteen years. Here, she was teaching Art History in several Universities like Webster University and University of Missouri-St. Louis. Now, she lives partially in Arizona and Vienna and works together with her husband for the University of South-Carolina, Moore School of business as Adjunct Professor organising and leading Study tours in Central Europe. She also teaches at the Sigmund Freud University in Vienna. Since 1999, she is practicing Zen meditation in the lineage of Katagiri Roshi. She loves to hike and to write and is a student of Natalie Goldberg. During her often many weeks long hikes she brings her awareness into the Here and Now, describing her experiences in an authentic way. She loves to walk pilgrimages. The longest hike so far was the 1,400 km long 88 Temple pilgrimage in Shikoku, Japan in 2016.

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