Michelle Laporte enjoying the flavours of Venezuela
The flavour of Venezuela: mountain air, green pastures, velvety finish — COLUMNPosted By Michelle Laporte/For The Sault Star
Down a crowed
street, near the center of Merida, Venezuela I
am indulging in one of my favourite pastimes:
eating ice cream. However, what I
am eating is far from any old, commonplace
flavour - mushrooms with wine ice cream! Here in
Heladeria Coromoto, a Guinness World Record
ice-cream parlor, there are more than 800
flavors! Among the wacky
varieties you can try are tuna, Guinness beer,
chicken and pasta or even one titled Canada,
although I'm not too sure what Canada is suppose
to taste like. Merida is an
energetic town, seated in the valley of the
surrounding Andes. As a major
centre for outdoor enthusiasts, Merida attracts
tourists and Venezuelans from near and far to
its friendly, tranquil environment. My boyfriend
and I are enjoying day-trips to the neighboring
towns where old villages sprinkle the mountain
side. San Rafael de
Mucuchies is my favorite because of its
artistic history and peaceful atmosphere. There
you will find a striking stone chapel built by
Juan Felix Sanchez (1900-97), one of the most
famous artists of Venezuela. Sanchez, an artist,
philosopher, and architect, became famous for
constructing sacred places where he utilized
rocks to form his artwork. After a sunny
picnic lunch near the chapel, we discovered that
our money had been misplaced. Without the
funds to take the local bus we found ourselves
sticking out our thumbs near the exit of town. I
have hitchhiked frequently in developing
countries, but it is always a nerve racking
experience the first time in an unfamiliar
place. Luckily, after
15 minutes, we landed ourselves a ride.
Every time a
thoughtful driver extends their kindness I vow
to help hitchhikers when and if I own a car in
the future. Our friendly
driver, Omar, a cardiovascular surgeon, was born
and raised in the surrounding mountain towns and
had numerous stories to color our two hour
drive back to Merida. Meandering down
the windy mountain road I caught snippets of
village life. I saw farmers
pushing their ox and yoke over green fields,
naked children tottering after farmyard animals
and women snapping damp laundry to dry in the
sun. This lively,
spirited way of life enveloped me while the
amazing generosity of Omar warmed my soul.
Despite the
fact that the big cities of Venezuela were
impressive it will be the small, eclectic
villages that I will remember most. If I were to
imagine Venezuela as an ice cream flavor it
would have to encompass the fresh mountain air
with a hint of the green pastures, complete with
a sun-drenched, velvety finish. Michelle
Laporte, a born and raised Saultite, is
backpacking for the next six months to explore
the historical trails, colorful cultures and
disappearing rainforests of Columbia, Ecuador,
Peru and Bolivia, starting in Venezuela. |