Inspiration

North of Macondo

"Exhausted by the crossing, they hung up their hammocks and slept   the first time in two weeks. When they woke up, with the sun already high in the sky, they were speechless with fascination. Before them, surrounded by ferns and palm trees, white and powdery in the silent morning light, was an enormous Spanish galleon. Tilted slightly to the starboard, it had hanging from its intact masts, the dirty rags of its sails in the midst of its rigging, which was adorned with orchids. The hull, covered with in armour of petrified barnacles and soft moss, was firmly fastened into a surface of stones. The whole structure seemed to occupy its own space, one of solitude and oblivion, protected from the vices of time and the habits of birds. Inside where the expeditionaries  explored with careful intent, there was nothing but a thick forest of flowers"  (One hundred years of solitude- Gabriel Garcia Marques)