Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Not very bold....er?


"This isn't very Boulder," said the elderly woman from Boulder during our last cooking class where we were frying emapandas. Maybe it was boiling meat in salty, maybe it was frying them in lard, maybe it was ten tablespoons of butter...but we know one thing, she is right, this is not Boulder. This is Ecuador.  This is ....



This is where you eat guinea pigs. 




This is where lunch is usually a two course meal and dinner is a piece of bread and coffee. 

This is where we are responsible for our own actions and lawsuits be damned.
For an excursion with the foundation we volunteer for, we went to a public pool. Andy and I were responsible for ensuring the kids went down the slide one at a time so nobody would get hurt. We were not successful. Just ask Fausto.


This is where cars have the right of way, you should just ask Andy's foot. 

This is where a public event set for 6 o'clock starts exactly on time at 7:30. 

This is where "seco de pollo" (dry chicken) is a wet chicken stew


This is where the day of rest in actuality is a day of rest. (Don't look for a restaurant on Sunday night, especially in the rain.)

This where the sound of whiny, annoying kid begging voices, is in reality their "sweet voice" that is used by all ages. 

This where the bus takes you to the end of the line, kicks you out, and then makes you pay to take the same bus again (and you are out a whopping 25 additional cents a person. Mom please help! This taxing our Wells Fargo account! =)  )

This is where is your side of vegetables is rice, corn, and potatoes. 
"Rare" vegetable sighting in the market. 

This is where there are three seasons in a day hot, wet, cold. 
Guess what season this is?



This is where you learn that all of those corse grooved pavement sidewalks that we have in the states are gifts from God himself as you watch the elderly try to negotiate the slippery (even when not wet...much more when wet) sidewalks we think to the loss of many a healthy hip.

This is where milk is in a bag and come to think about it so is mustard, ketcup, crackers, mayo, spices, soap....

This is where for the day of the dead people eat babies....made of bread (think ginger bread men). 

This is where old Incan language of Quechua and Spanish kiss resulting in fun words such as...
wawa, achachay, and  chuchaki

1. Choose the correct meaning for wawa

a. one who is a baby
b. hungover
c. really cold 
d. none of the above
e. all of above
f. only a and c
g. only b and c       

2. Choose the correct meaning for achachay


a. one who is a baby
b. hungover
c. really cold 
d. none of the above
e. all of above
f. only a and c
g. only b and c       

3. Choose the correct meaning for chuchaki

a. one who is a baby
b. hungover
c. really cold 
d. none of the above
e. all of above
f. only a and c
g. only b and c       




This is Cuenca. 





1 comment:

  1. Great photos! say hi to the kids...Michael & Jenni & gang. And to Nancy & Hilda. :) Enjoy the way you write. Indiana Steve emailed us the link.

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