The Little Cactus that Could
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be landing at Mataveri International Airport in five minutes. Please buckle your seat belts.” So, signaled Annie’s and my arrival on Easter Island. Our five hour trip from Santiago, Chile was uneventful, the kind you always like when traveling by air.
We were looking forward to a week discovering the mysteries of the Moai (the statues carved by the inhabitants of this island), and eating spectacular seafood.
Our first stop was at our hostel about a 15 minute drive from the airport. It was a small, clean, comfortable place for us to stay during our visit.
That afternoon, I was exploring the patio area and discovered what I have always called, Crown of Thorns. At the end of our holiday, I cut-off a small piece of the cactus, wrapped it carefully in paper towels and hid it inside one of moccasins. Annie scolded me that if Chile customs found it, I would never see the light of day while I rotted in a Chilean prison.
Undeterred, I was willing to take the chance to have a living souvenir from this magical island. People can buy their Moai key chains and t-shirts, but I would have something that would live and grow forever. OK, maybe not forever, but for a long time.
I must admit that a few beads of sweat formed on my forehead going through customs on our return to Santiago. “What if Annie is right?” But, there was no search. No questions. Zip. We were in a taxi on our way back to our hostel.
Outside our hostel window was a flower pot. I carefully dug a small hole and placed the cactus in the grey looking dirt. Each day I sprinkled some water around it…not too much, just enough.
A few weeks passed. We moved to our apartment just a few blocks down Avienda Brasil. I gently dug up the cactus, wrapped it and carefully secured it in my moccasin. This time, I was determined to give it a better home. I bought a flower pot from Juan down by the supermarket, some fresh dirt and fertilizer. I placed the cactus in the sun. Weeks passed. She lost a leaf and I felt like she was headed down. How could she come 10,000 miles only to die? Months passed and finally one day, she sprouted a new leaf. She was going to make it!
In August, Annie and I prepared to finish our journey in South America, visit some more countries and return to the USA. This time, I knew I had to take greater precautions. From her Santiago pot, I re-potted her into an old prescription bottle in order to protect her roots. I carefully put her in my moccasin and hoped for the best. When we arrived in Ecuador, I was leery that the custom’s officers would find her. But, once again that sly little devil went through undetected. At the hostel in Puerto Lopez, I gave her a drink and placed her in a sunny spot. She wasn’t doing well. She seemed limp and unhappy.
I was worried. We had so much more traveling to do before she could have a real home. When we arrived in Lima, Peru, I knew I had to get her in some dirt. At the hotel, I asked if I could plant her in one of their flower beds. They had no objections. We were going away for a week. She would be on her own. This would be a “make or break” for the little cactus. Upon our return from Machu Picchu, she was sitting in water. I dug her up immediately and prepared her for her final journey to the US.
Now, all I had to do was get her through American customs. Discovery could be severe. Upon arrival, there was no inspection. We sailed through. We were HOME. The sly little devil had traveled 25,000, avoided capture at least 6 times and was finally home.
My first task was to plant her where she would live for many years. The good ‘ol Texas sun made her happy. Today, she has three leaves and will spend the rest of her days in Texas. She is a TEXAS Star of a Cactus.