A Remarkable Journey Through Three Profound Religions

A Remarkable Journey Through Three Profound Religions


Hide menu

READ MORE⁣ ABOUT ‌THE MAKING OF THIS ISSUE.

‌ NEW YORK CITYLA PAZ, BOLIVIAJAN. 28-FEB. 3 MILES FLOWN: 8,199NAJAF, IRAQJULY 25-30 MILES ⁣FLOWN: 14,718ULAANBAATAR, MONGOLIAMAY 18-26 MILES FLOWN: 18,768 ​

Go behind the scenes to learn about Aatish‌ Taseer’s pilgrimage, including⁤ the dozens of
books he read before his trip.

IN LA PAZ, Bolivia, one afternoon at the beginning of the year, I ​sat in​ an aerie of an apartment overlooking an Andean amphitheater of bare ‌scarified mountains. I was in the home of Eduardo Quintela Gonzáles, a 40-year-old musicologist, as he told me how ​his ⁣late father would⁣ take him on pilgrimages to the Basilica of Our Lady of Copacabana. They would walk for ⁣three ⁣days from their⁣ home in La Paz, the​ Bolivian seat of government, to ⁤the pilgrim town of Copacabana, ⁣at ​the edge of Lake Titicaca, 95 miles to the northwest. “Walking‌ alone at ⁢night changes one’s perspective of ‌things,” ⁤Quintela said. “When⁣ you set out,​ you think‍ you’re going to talk to the people you’re with. But after the⁤ first day, you find you ⁤have nothing to say. It’s just you and your will to reach your destination.”

12431 JAN. 29 ⁢ARRIVALLA PAZ3 JAN. 30ISLAND OF THE SUN4 JAN. 30-FEB. ⁢3COPACABANA2 JAN. 30HUATAJATA1 FEB. 3LA PAZ

The ⁢idea of a sacred destination, reached through penance and hardship, that⁣ reconfigures one’s view of reality, is a ‍feature of pilgrimage everywhere, but ⁣Quintela’s return to Copacabana later that week for the Feast of the ‍Virgin ‌on Feb. 2 was underpinned by a special sorrow: His father, the man ‍who ‍had ‍made ⁣the trip to Copacabana‌ 15 times in his life, had died ⁢the year before after‌ a bout of Covid-19, which was followed by ​a diagnosis of brain cancer, an operation and then six months in a coma. “I prayed to the Virgin because he asked me to, but he died anyway,” said Quintela, who was dressed in a black ⁤hoodie ​and jeans, ⁢as we ‌sat on folding ​chairs in a room hung⁤ with stringed instruments⁣ and masks. I was headed to Copacabana, ‍too. Quintela and his band were due to play⁣ at Mass on ⁢the‌ morning of fiesta. It would be his first trip back since his father‌ had died, and he was intent on honoring him at the site of⁢ his ⁢deepest devotion.

I was on a​ pilgrimage of sorts myself. From‍ my home in New York, Bolivia would be ⁤my first stop ‍in what I had envisaged as ⁤three journeys across three​ great faiths,⁣ spread out over⁤ a​ year: fiesta‌ high in the Andes, where pre-Hispanic‌ ritual and ​belief ⁤underlay Catholicism; a spring of pilgrimage through Buddhist and shamanic Mongolia; and⁤ lastly, a time of mourning ⁣in Shiite ‌Iraq.

The Island of the Sun⁢ in ‍Bolivia’s Lake Titicaca, a pilgrimage site since before the Inca Empire.

I was interested in pilgrimage⁢ as a kind of ur-travel, crucial to⁤ so much that we⁤ associate with ⁣the modern ⁣industry ⁤of tourism, from ⁤early ‌inns, hostels and ⁣brothels to guidebooks and travel writing. In their⁣ 1978 book, ‍“Image and Pilgrimage in Christian Culture,”…

2023-11-09 05:03:39
Post from www.nytimes.com
rnrn

Exit mobile version