The island of Amantaní, is an island on the Peruvian side of Lake Titicaca a place of about 3663 peasant people According to a 1988 census, divided among about 800 families Quechua speakers.
It is a haven of tranquility and bucolic landscapes still unknown to most travellers. It preserves ancient traditions and the possibility of knowing an authentic life in community.
The ten communities that live in Amantaní are dedicated to: agriculture, livestock and artisanal fishing. The almost 4000 people work cooperatively and provide mutual assistance. When staying with local families traveller can share its activities, rituals and participates in folkloric events. With some effort the traveller can also learns Quechua, the first language of the Amantaneños.
According to Andean mythology, from Lake Titicaca emerged the sons of the sun god, Manco Cápac and Mama Ocllo Huaco, who founded the empire of the Sun. In Amantaní itself there are several milestones that celebrate the Andean worldview. One is the Pachamama ceremonial center, at the highest point of the island, dedicated to the female genus, The other is the Pachatata, representative of the masculine, on the Coanos hill.
As you go through the wilderness you feel no more fear than that of exposure to nature and once at the top of one of the hills, You can enjoy one of the most breathtaking views in earth, the deep blue Titicaca lake with the Cordillera Real as a backdrop.
At Dusk descending among the beauty of nature, you reach the central square where a Festival in Hohour of Our Lady of Candelaria is taking place
In this sqare, Plaza de Armas, a paved rectangle in the middle of the village where the municipality, the school, the church and some wineries coexist, already falls the night and also the first drops of rain but, the show must go on and doesn’t matter if soon, the entire place will be inundated by a tremendous seasonal storm.
It is in these minutes of waiting that one feels the rhythm and dynamics among the inhabitants of the island, the time seems eternal, and the folks carry on dancing and laughing, in a word, enjoying the gift of Life.
As the storm breaks out outside, inside, the cold and altitude sickness are healed by a muña tea, the plant suggested by the ancestral wisdom of the Amantaneños.
Here, in this timeless place, where life flows slow and and with bucolic nuances, I have perceived what I have never experienced and that, I have been told so many times, the simplicity of the world and the centrality of man in it.