Day 7 - Inside the church
13 December 2011 | 42 36.9'S:73 43.7'W, Estero Ichuac
Day 7 - Inside the Church We kayaked a short distance to shore, tied up near the colorful fishing boat "Jaqueline" and looked for the road to the church. There are many wooden churches on these islands. They all look quaint and charming from afar and we hoped to see the inside of this one. Along the way, I stopped at every rose bush and smelled the roses literally. There are many pinks, reds and a lovely blushed peachy one. Most have a heavenly scent. The tiny red ones are disappointedly unscented. I told Jeff that if I lived here he wouldn't believe the garden I would have, but I'd only grow scented roses of course. Just then, a local woman appeared from beside the blue house and between the rose bushes. I think she said something about liking my sun hat, that our yacht was pretty, she was picking flowers for the church and the road to the church was just down the beach a little ways all in less than a minute. In spite of lessons from my dear patient professora, Denise, I stood there dumbstruck waiting for all the sounds to quit tumbling around and to make sense, somewhat like watching the slot machines hoping you'll get all dollar signs. I grinned. Jeff asked where the church was. She pointed the way, said more rapid words and picked up her flowers. Something was settled, but I'm not sure what. It is sunny and hot, the hottest day we have had here in Chile yet. We find the church, but the gate is locked. Two guys were there taking pictures of it and speaking German. Tourists? We walked along the paved road until we find a tree lined dirt one and veer off over hill and dusty hot dale. We saw a smallish bird with a bright red belly, not a robin red but a cardinal red one, and sporting white shoulder stripes. We saw two oxen, horns yoked by a wooden piece, led by a local man a long the dusty road. A long haired soaking wet small dog lagged behind them leaving a winding trail of saliva down the road we followed. At some point we decided to turn around and found ourselves once more in front of the church. The lady we met before was there and asked if we would like to look inside? SĀ', por favor. She had keys for the gate and the church doors. Inside was, well disappointing. The church needs repaired and repainted. Jeff says, " not a board plumb level or square, but the flexible wooden structure survived the earthquake". There were a few colorful statues of Mary and Christ, and several fresh flowers. It is listed as a historic church and the community is raising funds for its restoration with the blessing of the Chilean government. At least I think that is what the sign said. The lady told us there was a festival tomorrow for Mary, and she pointed at a statue decorated with flowers. There will be singing in the choir loft at eight o'clock, she told us. At least I got that much. We left a nice donation, thanked the lady for letting us see her church and returned to Hekla. After a late lunch, we sailed away to our next destination thinking there would be a festival in the next town. More dolphins swam with us in the late evening sunshine blessing us with their playful presence. EstĀ“ro Pindo is a picturesque little settlement with colorfully painted houses and bright fishing boats dotting it's shores. A lovely place to settle down for the evening. A group of four seabirds agreed, giving us a welcoming sounding screech rounding all around Hekla once before flying off into twilight.