Aventuras Buenas

So although I still have four months left in Ecuador, I am already fearing my goodbye, and trying to cross more things off of my Ecuador/Cuenca to-do list. Two weekends ago, Maggie, Jess, and I embarked on an adventure to Giron, a nearby town with a boast of beautiful waterfalls. We were hoping for a nice hike and some pretty views, although it turned into a much more… saturating hike than we were expecting. Getting on a bus was the first step of the adventure; it was election Sunday in Ecuador, meaning things were not as they normally had been. Luckily, after a minor panic of not being allowed on a bus and hearing people complaining about waiting for two hours, we chased (unnecessarily) after a bus on it’s way to Giron. Success. Once in Giron, the weather was a little gray, but nothing that worried outdoorsy chicas like ourselves. We grabbed a truck (their cabs) up to the waterfall spot, and after checking in, set out for the “hike” to waterfall number one. Well, after walking for 15 minutes, we found it. It was beautiful, but not enough for our adventurous souls. We climbed around a little, looking for a path to the other two waterfalls, and got soaked by the mist spraying off the fall. We made a friend, an older man from Spain, and all trekked back down a little disappointed, wanting more. The man in charge of the park told us he did not recommend our going to the second and third waterfall because of the low fog. We nodded yes, we understand, and asked, out of curiosity for next time, where the other waterfall hike started… and sneakily headed off in that direction. What followed was about a three-hour hike up, down, and over, through fog, fields, trees, and of course, pouring down rain. After the second waterfall we continued to the third, which included a little river crossing and a lot of uphill. The up, down, and all around was well worth it once we reached the two waterfalls, and especially the last, which included an entire cliff face engulfed in cascading falls. By late afternoon, when we were heading down back down to Giron, we were soaked, cold, tired, and hungry, but successful and happy nonetheless. After the uncomfortable hour-long bus ride, I took an excessively long hot shower, put on extra layers, and ate a big bowl of soup. The perfect end to the day of adventure.   

This past weekend, to continue adventuring in the Cuenca area, Emily and I set out Saturday afternoon to Gualaceo. The goal of our trip was to find a specific style of scarves, which we had heard were sold in Gualeceo. We decided to start the adventure off right by chasing down a bus to get to the Terminal Terreste, and from there found a bus that would take us to Gualeceo. Once in Gualeceo we wandered and looked, but found nothing more than lots and lots of shoes (which Gualeceo is famous for). We asked around for the scarves, and were told they were sold in Chordeleg, another town just 15 minutes up the hill from Gualeceo. Emily and I looked at each other and said “why not”, and caught a bus up the hill. Chordeleg, an even smaller town than little Gualeceo, is famous for its jewelry. So we enjoyed looking at jewelry store after jewelry store, as well as a little, free museum, but found the scarves not (except on display in the museum). Plan C. We had seen some of the scarves on our way into Gualeceo, and knew it was actually just a bit outside of Gualeceo that they technically made the scarves. So back on the bus and down the hill we went, and jumped on another bus headed towards Cuenca. We sat in the front row, and dutifully kept our eyes peeled for the place along the road where we had seen them. We had a vague idea of where it was, and what the town was called, but it was a bit of a shot in the dark. Finally we saw it, screamed “parada!” at the bus driver, and jumped off. As we walked into the store hot, sweaty and tired, we realized there was no one there… We used the bathroom, wandered in and out for a bit, and then finally, like an angel, the shopkeeper came in. Emily picked out a scarf for herself and for her mom, and I found one for myself. Although it was a lot of work to find a scarf, it was well worth the journey. Now, whenever I wear that scarf, I’m going to remember just exactly how I got it. After a tired bus ride home, we jumped in a cab and headed home to get ready for something entirely different: prom. One of our fellow teacher’s girlfriends was throwing him a prom themed birthday party, and we were all more than excited to have the chance to get dressed up and made up. As you can imagine, in a house of seven girls, there was a lot of “hey, are you going to wear those shoes, or can I?” and “how does this look?” It was so fun, and although we get dressed up and go out a lot, this was more reminiscent of classic high school days. At prom (held at the apartment of other fellow teachers) they had music for dancing, and a nice photo area set up to take those memorable prom photos (who came up with some of those poses anyway?). It was an awesome night of pretty looks, dancing, and a lot of pictures. Well done, Clara, Adam, Janet and John. Well done.

Crucita Carnaval Vacay

Well I must say, life on the beach is pretty sweet. Two weekends ago it was Carnaval across South America, and as a result we got a couple days off from school. First, I should start by describing what Carnaval is like in Ecuador. Carnaval is all about play, which includes dumping buckets of water on people, spraying them with spray guns and spray foam, and throwing water balloons. Although the city of Cuenca has cracked down on Carnaval play over the past few years, it was still visible everywhere you walked in the city, personally instilling in me a sense of fear and paranoia. Fortunately, because I’m either a) lucky, b) an unknown gringa, or c) because the city has tightened the rules about Carnaval, I mostly got to enjoy watching the children spray and dump buckets of water on each other, and was only “Carnavaled” twice via a squirt gun and a little bit of foam.

So as I said, we received two days off from school for Carnaval, and planned to take full advantage of this time off. Traditionally, the beach is the destination for Carnaval, so we decided to follow with tradition. I had dragged my feet for too long about making reservations and plans, and found myself a week before Carnaval with nothing. Luckily, a group of new teachers had plans to head to the coast, and let me tag along with their reservations. We left Thursday night at 11pm, after giving all of our midterms and finals. Our first bus to Guayaquil was a harmless 4 hour ride, and once in Guayquil we were able to buy a bus ticket to Puertoviejo that was leaving just minutes after we got to the ticket counter. 3 hours later, we rolled into Puertoviejo, and groggily asked for a bus to Crucita, our final destination. This ride was a quick hour, and dropped us off right in front of our hotel for the weekend. We were staying in a house about 20 minutes outside of the town of Crucita, a house with a pool, located on the beach, and which had a few hotel rooms built above where the family lived. Although we were skeptical at first (isolated is a good word for where we were staying), it turned out to be a really great decision. We immediate put on swimsuits, and went for a walk on the beach. I cut out early, trying to nap on the sand, and then deciding to just head back to the room for a more comfortable nap. I fell asleep in my swimming suit, and woke up to Maggie’s friend Jess and three of her friends walking into the room. We came as a group of five from Cuenca, all CEDEI teachers (Maggie, Emily, Giulia, Kyle, and myself), and were met by four others that were working on an organic farm together (Jess, Ruby, Bridger, and Mattie). After the weird wake up, I put on some clothes and we went for a walk down the street to the only restaurant in our vicinity. Although everything on the menu was seafood, I said, “I’m a vegetarian. I don’t eat fish. Here’s a list of things I can eat. What do you say?”, and they made me a plate with an egg, rice, and plantains! Not the best meal I’ve ever had, but I was pleased to be eating something. After “linner” we relaxed back at the house, ending our evening with a bonfire on the beach.

The next morning we got up, had a nice breakfast at our hotel, and decided it was time to see the town. We all piled on a bus heading for Crucita, paying our 35-cent fare. In town there were way more people than we had seen so far, making us believe that maybe Carnaval would be happening in Crucita. We walked around, walked on the beach, ate some lunch, and then tried desperately to find enough “grocery stores” (or small tiendas) to piece together enough food to make meals. Crucita is a tiny town, and on our first day there we spotted no other foreigners besides ourselves. Back at the hotel, we all ran out to the beach and enjoyed a long afternoon of wave jumping. After showering off the day’s sand, we went back to our same restaurant for dinner, this time asking for them to add salad to my meal (poco a poco I was trying to create something tasty). After dinner we had another bonfire on the beach, which was made extremely special by the purchase of s’mores materials, something none of us had had in a while. After the bonfire a few of us wandered down the beach, checking out the tents and cabanas that were being set up for Carnaval festivities. It was almost eerie, because a few houses down was a beautiful private “resort” with a pool, a dance floor, bright lights, cabanas set up everywhere, and loud music blasting 24/7. It would have been awesome, but the one thing it was missing was people… They had the party ready, but nobody was there to enjoy it. After exploring the empty party, we went back to the hotel with plans to play pool for the night. Luckily, our night took an interesting turn for the better. Maggie and Jess had left earlier with our hotel “security guard” (who was not watching the house…) looking for the party. They came back a half an hour later saying they had found a huge party happening outside of a church a few minutes away, and that we should all join. Kyle, Emily, Jess, Maggie, and I jumped on the backs of a few motorcycles, and off we were to experience Crucita Carnaval style. There were hundreds and hundreds of people outside of this church, which had a giant “bar” (a bunch of crates) of Pilsener and Pilsener Light beer, as well as babies and small children around. The dancing was incredible, and we got down for a little bit before our dancing space was interrupted by a parade of “Miss Crucita Carnaval” girls, girls that looked about 13 parading in their bathing suits. It was interesting… After the Miss Crucita parade we danced for a bit longer, and called it a night around 2 or 3am when people were still arriving at the party. We got a sketchy motorcycle ride home with one driver and three passengers, walking the last bit home because we either broke the motorcycle with our weight, or because it ran out of gas.

The next morning we were all feeling the night before, and decided to have a lazy day filled with beach walking, pool lying, and ocean swimming. The highlight of the day would definitely have to be the unique “ice cream sandwich” we all ate. Although we originally thought we were staying outside of the party, by Sunday the party came to us; our beach was filled with people enjoying the sun with their families. There were also food carts abundant, and plenty of ice cream for the hot day. The ice cream sandwich that we chose was literally two scoops of ice cream placed in an opened roll. It was delicious, and something I may have to repeat again. Also, Sunday was both Jess and Mattie’s birthday, so to celebrate we decided to have a nice, homemade dinner. We didn’t have access to a kitchen, but were allowed to cook on the barbecue outside. Improvising quite a bit, we made amazing lentil burgers, with a side of seasoned potatoes and fried plantains. After dinner Maggie brought out the ice cream cake she had miraculously brought back from town, and we enjoyed happy and full bellies. Again, we made ourselves an awesome bonfire on the beach to cap off our day.

Monday was our last full day in Crucita, and we decided to enjoy it fully. After a morning by the pool, Kyle, Maggie and I headed into town to go paragliding. Because it was still Carnaval, the buses weren’t running as frequently as normal, meaning we found ourselves happily riding into town on a motorcycle converted into a small trolley of sorts. Although it was 65-cents more than the bus ride, the open view was totally worth it. In town we headed straight for the paragliding location, and were told to wait a bit until the wind picked up. Once the wind was sufficient, the wife of the instructor, and co-hostel owner, drove us up the hill to the jump off point. We found our friend, Luis, and quickly paid and got ourselves strapped into parachutes. Luckily it was a tandem ride, so all we had to do was sit back and enjoy the view. We took off, and glided back and forth over the cliff and out to the beach, getting ourselves pretty high about the ground. We floated for about 10 minutes, and landed safely back down where we started. It was an exhilarating experience, and such a cool place in which to do it. We shared a beer and some chips up top, and walked ourselves down the hill, back to the town. In town we made some grocery runs, and found another converted motorcycle to take us back home. At that point only Kyle, Maggie, Jess and myself were left, and we planned to make the most of it. We enjoyed more time in the pool, and that evening we had our last bonfire on the beach. For dinner all we had left were cans of black beans, so we made the most of it by filling them up with spices and some onions, and setting them in the fire to cook. Although I’ve never eaten a whole can of black beans in one sitting before, I must say it was quite good. It was the perfect end to a perfect vacation.

On Tuesday our morning started early at 5am, when we attempted to catch a bus out of Crucita. Unfortunately, the buses were still on Carnaval time, and didn’t come until closer to 6am, leaving us a in small panic as to whether we’d be able to leave Crucita or not. The bus ride to Puertoviejo took an hour again, and from there we quickly caught our bus to Guayaquil. The ride to Guayquil unfortunately took an hour longer than on the way there, but that also meant more sleeping time for me. Once in Guayaquil we found the Cuenca counter, and bought our bus tickets for 40 minutes later, actually thankful for the little break to eat and go to the bathroom. We had been warned over and over again that trying to get a bus home from the beach during Carnaval would be impossible, but all the warnings seemed untrue after our flawless travel experience. The bus ride to Cuenca was another short four hours (somehow not a long time on a bus to me anymore). Once back in Cuenca, we were greeted again by the rain we had had a break from for four days. Although it is nice to be back home, I definitely still miss that warm weather and even more carefree life. It was a great trip. 

Christmas & Travel with Mom and Dad

Dec 21 Well we returned home to Cuenca on Friday, happy as can be. We
quickly unpacked, ate, and settled back into Cuenca life. We went out
that night for a quick drink, even though we were still going on
plane/bus naps and a 3:30am wake up call. We met up with Kat’s family,
who would be in town through Christmas. We didn’t last long at the bar, but it was wonderful to be back home and back in our nice little comfort zone.

Dec 22 So up until this point, Kels and I had been sharing a bedroom.
This worked out well for the first three months, but about halfway
through November we decided maybe it was time we had our own space. So
I started the move upstairs, enlisting Fredy’s help to bring up the
mattress and sweep the room. So far its only a bed and a
nightstand, but I’m crossing my fingers that by the time I come back my
landlady will be moving in a dresser for me. The rest of Saturday was spent
relaxing, and by evening we were getting ready for Kat’s big birthday
bash. A group of her friends, as well as some of our friends, her family, and even our roommate Annie, came over to our house for drinks and chitchat. By 11pm her parents retired home, and we all headed out to Dos 2, our frequented dance club. We danced the night away, even drinking champagne and fishbowl drinks in celebration of her birthday, and grabbed some food before heading home after closing Dos 2 at 2am. Not a bad night.

Dec 23 Almost Christmas time! Sunday we hung out during the day, and
by 7pm I was heading out for a bit of an adventure; one of my English
students had invited me to her house that evening for a Christmas
dinner. I met her husband outside of CEDEI, looking for a man in a car
and was surprised to be met by a man on a motorcycle. Um, okay. I
feared for my life most of the ride, sitting on the back without a
helmet, but it was a great adrenaline rush. And once at her house I
greeted my student, and instantly found myself at home in the kid
room. I spent most of the night hanging out with the kids, dancing
with them and having them ask me how to say anything they could think
of in English. I had missed kids so much, and kids that speak
Spanish...  I was so happy. By 9pm we had dinner, which for me was
soup and a heaping plate of rice, salad, and a tamale. The tamale
alone would have been enough for dinner, and I had to stretch my
stomach to fit in even half of the rice and salad. It was a delicious
meal, and Latin hospitality will never cease to amaze me. By 11pm I
was falling asleep in my chair and decided it was time to head home,
which my student and her uncle graciously drove me home. What a fun
night and great cultural experience.

Dec 24 Christmas Eve! Which actually happens to be the bigger day down
here in Ecuador. We started the day by heading out to watch the
Paseo del Nino, the famous Christmas parade in Cuenca. Although it was
cute and cultural (so many dead cuy and pigs in children’s arms and on
the back of their horses...), if I never see another parade in Ecuador
I think I will be okay. I got a little paraded out in Guatemala. After
the parade we came back, ate lots of leftover guacamole, and started
the holiday festivities. Kelsey’s mom had sent her a kit to make rice
crispy treat snowmen, so we put on the Christmas music and made some
treats. That night we had glog (mulled wine. Annie’s parents are
English) with Annie’s and Kat’s families, enjoying being with families
on Christmas even if they weren’t our own. Mark, Emily, Kels and I,
after the families had left the orphans, went out to dinner at
Eucalyptus, myself enjoying for the first time Indian food on
Christmas eve. We returned home for some more drinking and Christmas music; apple juice cooked with rum, cinnamon and sugar. A very Christmas-y drink I would say.

Dec 25 On Christmas we got up early and met Kat’s parents for breakfast
at Mansión Alcazar, the beautiful hotel they were staying at. As Mark
said, it was the best breakfast he has had in Cuenca, and I had a nice
surprise that one of my students was our waiter. Back at home I took a
nap, and then called a taxi to take me to the airport for my flight out
to Quito to meet mom and dad. I got to the airport an hour and a half
before my flight, kind of cutting it close by American standards, apparently an excessive amount of time by Ecuadorian standards. In 5 minutes I had printed my boarding pass and passed through security, not knowing what to do with myself for an hour and 25 minutes in the waiting room. Luckily the flight from Cuenca to Quito is only 45 minutes, so after waiting in the airport for an hour and a half, I was excited to have the flight be over before I could
blink. In Quito I grabbed a taxi, and headed to the hotel to wait. My
cabbie turned out to be 19 years old, and was driving with his little
sister’s doll in the car. Interesting… We got a little lost on our way to the
hotel, but once at the hotel I checked in, left my stuff, and went wandering
looking for food. Luckily our hotel was located in the heart of historic
Quito, and everywhere I looked there was a beautiful church or a
fancy building to see. After eating I came back to the hotel to wait
for mom and dad. Their flight was a little delayed, but it was worth
the wait. It was so great to see my parents again. They set down their
stuff, and we were out looking for food again. We found a cute street
with lots of restaurants close to our hotel, and settled for a quaint
looking place. The food was good, but it turned out to be a terrible
choice; mom and dad were in bed all day the next day with food
poisoning.

Dec 26 Mom and dad woke up feeling terrible and sick. We went down for breakfast, and realized that was as far as they were going to make it out for the day. After contemplating my options, I decided to head out to the Mariscal district to see some of Quito. I took the trolley bus, and spent a lot of time wandering the streets. I had a nice lunch of eggplant parmesan in a restaurant where I was the only patron, and found a church and a museum to visit, Santa Terestia and the National Museum of Quito. Both were free, and the museum had an impressive collection of pre and post colonization art and pottery. After the museum I was beat, and headed back on the trolley just as it was beginning to rain. The rest of the evening was spent caring for mom and dad, going to grab some food, and reading. Here’s to hoping they will be better to able to actually see the city tomorrow.

Dec 27 The parents were miraculously feeling better today, we decided
to make the most of the it. We had a nice breakfast at our hotel, and
then hailed a taxi to take us to El Panecillo, an angel situated on a
hill overlooking Quito. The view was beautiful, and although I
originally had no desire to see Quito, I’m so glad we decided to stay
here a couple of days. It really is a great city. From there our
cabbie drove us to the Basilica, where we looked into the impressive
cathedral, and then climbed all the way to the top of the spires. I
love Latin American safety concerns, a.k.a. non-existent. After the
Basilica we took a cab to the main historic center, Plaza Grande,
where we started with lunch. After lunch we wandered out to the main
square, and asked about getting into the government building. The man
told us to enter from the other side, where we were greeted by a huge
line. We jumped in line, and asked someone nearby about cost or
tickets. No cost, just needed a drivers license or passport (or in my
case, cause I had neither, my CEDEI ID card). We waited close to 45
minutes, but it was well worth the wait. We entered with a group of
20, and were led around the impressive building on a guided tour. We
saw the room where the president holds meetings, and where they have
banquets. Obviously, everything was beyond beautiful. After this tour,
we popped into the church around the corner, and my parents decided to
call it a day. I went on to see La Compañia, another church, and La
Iglesia San Francisco, you guessed it, another church. I walked around
the church, and paid $2 to enter to convent and museum. I realized it
was somewhat of a mistake though, after being totally church and religious
art-ed out for the day. At least the choir room in the church was
cool and worth the visit. From there I headed home to read, nap, eat, and get ready for our adventure the next day to Mindo!

Dec 28 Today was the first of our Mindo days! After thinking it over the night before, we decided to take a taxi to Mindo instead of the local bus. In hindsight, this was the best decision we could have made; we chose to take a taxi so we could stop at the Mitad del Mundo on our way, but I ended up being sick in the morning and would have felt awful on the windy roads, stuck on a bus. We had a nice breakfast at the hotel, and then hailed a taxi. He drove us about an hour out of the city where we saw the Mitad del Mundo, the exact latitude line 0-0-0. It was very cool. From there we continued on to Mindo, landing at our hotel, La Roulette, around 12pm. Our hotel room was actually a gypsy cabin, set apart of the others in a jungle setting, with a nice dining area around the corner. We had lunch at the hotel, and were helped by the extremely kind hotel manager in figuring out our bird tour for the next day, dinner, hiking, etc. He gave us directions on how to get to the terebita (a cable car suspended over trees), which turned out to be the only bad information he gave us all night. We began our walk around 2pm, planning on a 3-hour stroll, including a waterfall viewing and a terebita ride. Not a chance. We walked for about an hour on the road, then up a steep, steep climb through the jungle, and finally down the road again where we met a man walking to the “waterfall”. We followed him, and made the decision to take the “15 minute” hike down to the waterfall, because although we were beat, isn’t that what we started hiking for? After 30 minutes down, we didn’t get a good view of the waterfall, meaning we hiked the 30 minutes back up having failed. From there we continued down the road, only to find the terebita closed for the day. Strike out number two. All in all we hiked for four hours, and logged closed to 10 miles, while wearing rubber boots mind you. Needless to say, when we got back to the hotel, we were exhausted. We contemplated canceling our 3:30am wake up call birding tour, but realized we couldn’t give up on seeing the birds of Mindo that easily.

Dec 29 At 3:30am mom’s alarm went off, and we got up and out of bed, ready to see some birds. A man named Franklin picked us up at our hotel, and drove us the 30 minutes to the bird refuge. Our tour was with a man named Angel, who lived near a large bird refuge, and most likely had dedicated his life to birds. He knew some by name, and knew how to call them out for us to see. Although I had never been birding before, and didn’t know what to expect, it was an excellent experience. After the bird tour we had Franklin drop us off in town, where we sat down for a nice lunch. After lunch we went up the El Quetzal de Mindo, a local chocolate factory. We went on the tour, and got to see the whole process, from fruit to candy bar, and even got to mix our own chocolate flavors. It was a really fun tour. After the tour we headed down to the bus station, and jumped on our bus set for Quito. I was expecting a terrible ride, but I would have to say it’s the best bus ride I’ve been on so far in Ecuador. We went out for dinner one last time in Quito, and said our farewell to this nice city.

Dec 30 We got up early again (although not as early as the day before, thank goodness) for our Cuenca flight. All went smoothly, and within 15 minutes of the parents being in the city, we saw a parade go by. We were sitting down for lunch at one of my favorite spots, and a leftover Paseo del Niño started marching past the window. Perfect. After lunch we napped, and spend the rest of the day going to the fruit/veggie market, browsing the nearby artisan market, and seeing the central park of town.

Dec 31 We slept in (finally!), and started our day by going to the local artisan market again. From there it was time for lunch, which meant we spent close to an hour walking around town, trying to find something that was open (because it was New Years Eve). We finally settled for a very Gringo place, which actually had pretty good food. After lunch we caught the tourist double decker bus from the main square, and watched and listened as we toured around Cuenca, stopping only once at Turi, the viewpoint of Cuenca. After the tour we were feeling ambitious, and decided to head out to the airport to see if my lost bag (I have the worst lost bag karma) was there. Unfortunately, because of the holiday there was no one at the airport to help us, even if the bag had been there. Dejected, we returned home, and got ready for our night. We went out to dinner at Eucalyptus with Fredy, and then back to the house for some wine. Around 11:30pm we decided to head out and see what the town had to offer. All around the city people were getting ready for 12pm, with large piles of both paper mache and cloth dolls that are burned at midnight. Some of the dolls are just for fun, and some represent the person in your family that was bad that year, which is burned to burn away the old them and to give them a fresh start for the New Year. We checked our clocks at 12pm, and walked through the masses of people burning objects. It was incredible. One of the best and definitely most unique New Years I have ever had. After watching things burn for a while, Fredy and I headed out to a dance club, where we enjoyed free entrance and free drinks inside. Not a bad way to end the night and start the New Year.

Jan 1 The next day was pamper day, symbolically to start with new selves for the new year, and practically because nothing else was open that day. We got in a taxi (after sleeping in of course) and headed to Piedra de Agua, a spa in the town of Baños about 15 minutes away. We did the full package, which included a steam room, two types of mud baths, hot and cold soaking pools, and a steam box (which steams your body while your head sticks out of the top). By the end of the day we were smooth, tired, and so content. It was a really fun experience. The rest of the night was spent chatting with roommates that had returned from trips, and packing up.

Jan 2 This was sadly the parents last day in Cuenca, and the end to my travels. We got up early and walked along the river to the Museo Banco Central, which had a nice interactive collection of gold, silver, money, and a display of the difference between the different regions of Ecuador. Oh, and a few shrunken heads. After the museum we stepped outside to see the Pumapungo ruins, Incan ruins in Cuenca located in the backyard of the museum. From there we got lunch with Fredy, and went back to the artisan market one more time to see if any gifts caught their eye. Fredy picked us up at the house around 3pm, and we headed out with hopes of finding my bag at the airport and getting the parents safely on the bus to Guayaquil. Unfortunately, the bag office didn’t open until 5pm, giving us an hour and a half to kill, and pushing the parent’s bus later. Luckily, a Panama hat museum was located nearby, so we happily killed an hour there, learning about how Panama hats are made (which are actually Ecuadorian hats), and receiving a nice tasting of canelazo (I guess alcoholic drinks fly at an hour of the day here). From the hat factory we did a bit more shopping, and went back to the airport to, hooray!, find my bag. At 5:30pm we left the parents at the bus station, saying a quick and almost tearful goodbye. It was a wonderful trip, and I am so blessed to have parents that both encourage me to travel, and that come down and visit me when I do. Now it’s times for a couple of days to get life in order, and to start another cycle of teaching!     

PERU!!

Dec 9 Left Cuenca at 6pm on the bus. The bus took 5 hours and was a
terrible ride. Em and Kels thought we were going to die at certain
points driving too close to trucks full of gas tanks, with danger signs
plastered across the back. At the bus station in Guayaquil we wandered
around looking for the McDonalds, but settled for cheese empenadas
instead. I loaded mine with salsa to spite the gal selling them who
kept warning me the salsa was spicy. From the bus station we got a
taxi, of whom we asked about our hostel direction and he said yes he knew
it. Wrong. We were lost, driving around for close to 45 minutes, and
when we finally found it he tried to jip me another dollar because of
the extra driving. I don't think so buddy. Even before the taxi
drove away, we realized that the hostel didn't have our reservations.
We came in later than they had expected, and they had given away our room. We loudly laughed about the trouble we had had, and luckily
they upgraded us to a private room for the same price. We had a hot and
sweaty night of sleep in Guayaquil, and got up bright and early the
next day to fly out to Cusco.

Dec 10 The first flight from Guayaquil to Lima was fabulous. It was a
large international airplane, and I had three seats to myself to sleep
on. In addition, they gave us muffins. The flight was a little
delayed, and by the time we got into Lima, some people from our flight
were running on. We went to the bag carousel to pick up our checked
luggage, and at first Kels’ and mine didn't come out. Uh oh. We both
have bad lost bag karma and we were afraid this might be more of that. I went over to the desk to talk about our missing bags, and right as I was chatting with the guy, our bags popped out on a different carousel. Phew. From there we processed through customs, and popped back out to re-check in our bags; when we got to the counter, though, we realized the lines were too massive to stand in, and we carried on. Luckily they didn't catch our over-regulation sized sunscreens. Once in Cusco, we grabbed a taxi to our hostel, only after being told, "Did you already pay for that hostel? It’s in a bad part of town". Oh brother. In the taxi, a girl came along with us who worked at a travel agency, spouting off information about Cusco and obviously trying to get us to sign up for a trip with her. I was exhausted though, and not interested in listening to Spanish at the moment; we said thank you, we're tired, we'll call you later. Our hostel was much nicer than we had expected after the warnings, and are very happy with our decision. After arriving we showered, went online,
and then headed out to the city center to find some dinner. We ended
up at a Mexican/Italian/Peruvian place, which actually had some pretty
good Mexican food. We wandered and did some shopping, and ended up at
an Irish pub (the highest Irish pub in the world) to cap off our night.

Dec 11 We slept in a bit, and ate the breakfast provided at our hostel.
From there we ventured out, got our train ticket to Machupicchu, and
continued shopping shopping shopping. It's been a while since we've
been in such a touristy place, and we couldn't resist the fun shopping
offerings. After shopping ourselves out, we had some lunch, a McDonalds
Flurry, and headed back to our hostel, stopping at a grocery store
along the way. Our spaghetti dinner that we had picked up at the grocery store was questionable (a.k.a. not good), and our night started with a drink at the hostel bar, to McDonalds for some fries (hey, we don't have McDs in Cuenca), and then out to a bar with live music and 2 for 1 priced drinks. The music was all English cover songs, and we got called out a couple of times being the only gringos in the bar. We tried to go out dancing as well, but after realizing it was a Tuesday, settled for just going home.

Dec 12 We woke up and had breakfast at the hostel again, and ventured out
to try to find the LAN ticket office. The night before we had been
talking about our travel plans, and realized we were a little too
trigger happy with we made our original travel plans. We all decided
it would be nice to move our flight back, have less time in Cusco,
and have more time in Cuenca to get ready for Christmas and our next travel plans. After a bit of an adventure finding the ticket office, we handed over our credit cards and happily made the switch to leave two days earlier. From there we had lunch, and then hiked up to San Blas, the hippie-boho
area of Cusco. San Blas had a lot of sweet shops, definite hippie
items, and narrow, winding streets that kind of reminded us of
Santorini (all the doors were painting blue as well). After San Blas,
Kels and Em left to find a coffee shop, and I went to my first museum in Cusco, the Museum of Precolumbian Art. It was a beautiful space with collections of ancient pottery, woodwork, silver and gold, as well as a section with post-conquest, European style religious paintings. The collections were great, and best of all I was completely alone in the museum, which was a half eerie, half exhilarating experience. After the museum I returned home, made mac and cheese for dinner, and finished the night by joining some guy in the TV room to watch the end of two movies. Not a bad end to the day.

Dec 13 We got up for our earliest day so far at 7:30am, getting ready
and heading upstairs for breakfast. The plan for the day was to take a
tour of Moray, Maras, and Salineras, areas near Cusco. After
breakfast and sandwich making, we headed out with the hostel guide,
John, to wait for our tour van to pick us up. The first stop was
Chincheros, a small pueblo about 30 minutes outside of Cusco. There we
drank coca tea and were given a demonstration of how they clean,
process, and dye lamb and alpaca wool to make all of the beautiful
sweaters and scarves here. From Chincheros we went to Maras, another
small pueblo with Salineras salt mines located about 10 minutes
outside. The salt mines were scattered in a valley, part of the Sacred
Valley, and consisted of a giant network of little pools, which fill
with salt water and then are harvested in the summer months when all
the water evaporates. The final stop of the tour was Moray, where
large, archeological alien-looking circles can be found. There were a
total of four terraced rock circles, which spanned down 150
meters. Made with original stone, the idea behind these large circles
was the different levels allowed for different climates, and in
different climates one could grow different produces. The bottom ring
was hot and humid, like the jungle, while the top ring was cold and
dry, like the climate found in the mountains. We climbed all the way
down to the bottom ring, and although we were still cold, were
impressed by this grand and intelligent architecture characteristic of
the Incans. There were four large circles at Moray, each one representing an
Incan territory with Cusco at the navel or center of it all. Very cool. After Moray I passed out in the bus, woke up in Cusco, said goodbye to our fellow tour mates, and went to Plaza de Armas to chow down on some falafel.

After the falafel lunch it was naptime, and then another
lazy night in. We watched a movie again, and actually went to bed the
latest we had so far, just from watching a movie. Grandmas.

Dec 14 Today included some good sight seeing. We had a leisurely
breakfast, and then spent a lot of the morning chatting with John, the
tour guide that lives and works at our hostel. From there we walked up
to Santo Domingo Church, also known as Qorikancha. It is a church that
had originally been an Incan place of worship, and then after the
conquest by the Spanish was turned into a Catholic church. I managed
to sneak in on the student discount, and am really glad I did.
Beautiful architecture and a really unique history. After the church
we grabbed some lunch, and headed over to the Choco Museo. It had
displays of how chocolate is processed, and then some chocolate beans
we could crack open and try, as well as chocolate and chocolate tea
samples. Yum. From the museum Emily headed home, and Kels and I
continued shopping and then ended up at San Pedro Market, a mix of
souvenir clothing and meats and fruits and cheeses, just like our
market in Cuenca but much larger. We came back to the hostel for
another leftovers dinner, with plans to stay in and watch a movie that
night. Haha. Naive us on a Friday night. We met some guys from our hostel in the TV room that convinced us to go out, meaning my two sweaters and make-upless face had to change. We started the night at Paddy's Pub, where I have officially found a delicious and cheap dark beer, and had plans to
meet up with the guys from our hostel at a dance club after. Well, we went
to the club, nobody was there, so we came up with a plan B. We ended
up at a place called Mushroom, which had a bouncer and list at the
door, but then a weird mix of Gringos and Peruvians inside. We made
friends with two guys from Savannah, and then we danced and chatted the night away.

Dec 15 The next day we paid for our late night out, spending most of
the day sleeping, eating, or on the computer. Not exactly what I want
to be doing in Cuzco, but a day without plans was actually kind of
nice.

Dec 16 Yet another lazy day in Peru. We slept in, had breakfast, and
then Kels and I got ready for our adventure of the day: a trip up to
the Cristo Blanco on the hill. We took an 8 soles taxi ride up the
hill, which saved us quite a bit of getting lost and heavy breathing.
The view from the top was incredible, and what was even more beautiful
was the fact that some Incan ruins were just a stones throw away.
Instead of paying 70 soles to get in, we were able to peer into
Saqsayhuaman free of charge. The walk down was similarly beautiful, on
a peaceful cobblestone path, passing families on their way up for a
relaxing Sunday. After returning to Plaza de Armas, we read for a bit
in the square and came back home for lunch and another lazy afternoon.
Luckily the rain and the fact that everything is closed (because it was
Sunday) made me feel a little less guilty about enjoying the
relaxation. And the next day we were off to Aguas Calientes and on Tuesday,
Machu Picchu!!

Dec 17 So this was it, the big day. We got up early, had a nice
breakfast, and got on a microbus to take us to Ollantaytambo. The ride
was rough and windy, but luckily I had popped a carsickness pill and
slept through the whole thing; Emily and Kels were not as fortunate.
Once in Ollantaytambo, we headed to the train station to leave for Aguas Calientes. Our ride with was Inca Rail was pleasant, and the views from the train were gorgeous. Once in Aguas Calientes, we walked around looking for our hostel and worrying about the rain that was falling, hoping it wouldn’t ruin our Machupicchu day. We ended up staying at a very hippie hostel; sufficient, but making us miss our hostel in Cusco. From there it was town wandering, food eating, and bus ticket buying. We were back in our hostel that evening by about 7pm, and in bed at 8:30pm. Luckily, the town had a power outage that night, leaving us to sleep in the dark and without the hostel dorm room lights turning on and off. Awesome.

Dec 18 The next morning we woke up at 4:45am, got ourselves ready, and
headed to the bus stop. Kels and I had been hoping to climb up to
Machupicchu from Aguas Calientes, but decided on the bus when Kels
still wasn’t feeling well; that choice turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
The hike up would have taken us at least 2 hours, straight up steep,
rock stairs. Once at Machupicchu, we entered and headed straight to
the gate for Huaynapicchu, the hike up the characteristic Indian nose
that you see in every photo. Everything was covered in fog that early
in the morning, and although it was a bummer the views were hidden, it
was almost cooler seeing everything covered in fog. Very mystic. We
started the Huaynapicchu hike at 7:30am, and were immediately floored
by what it was, an hour hike STRAIGHT up a mountain, up steep and
slippery stairs. Luckily there were railings to hold onto every now
and then, but it was still way steeper than we had anticipated. At the
top the view was again hidden by the clouds, something which made my
afraid-of-heights roommates really happy. We still got peaks in the
clouds of Machupicchu, and it was beautiful and peaceful way at the
top. After the treacherous walk down (down the same slippery and scary
steps we walked up), we were back in the village of Machupicchu, ready
for 10am lunch and exploring. We walked through all the parts of the
city (which actually wasn’t as big as it seems from pictures) and then
up towards Machupicchu, the larger mountain opposite Huaynapicchu. It was incredible. I couldn’t believe that I was actually at a place that I had been dreaming about visiting for years. After taking in the view, we decided it was time to head back down to Aguas Calientes. Kels and I opted to walk down, both for the experience and to save the $9 on the bus. And again, we were so glad walking up hadn’t worked out. It took us more than an hour just to go down, and once we finally arrived in Aguas Calientes our knees, feet and
legs were so sore. Oh well, the true mark of an accomplished hike.
After returning to our hostel we showered, napped, and had an odd
Mexican dinner (okay, so were not in Mexico. Guess we couldn’t have
expected much), we headed back to our hostel to chat with other
travelers and watch some movies. Again, we couldn’t believe what we had
just done that morning. We had seen Machupicchu.

Dec 19 The next morning we slept in, had breakfast at our hostel, and
got our stuff ready to go. Unfortunately we had seen all there was to
see in Aguas Calientes (it’s a small town), and our train didn’t leave
for Ollantaytambo until 2:30pm. So there we were, at 11am, sitting in
the town square, people watching. By 2pm we headed over to the train
station, and boarded our more crowded train for what would hopefully
only be an hour and a half long ride. Unfortunately, travel karma was not much on our side this trip. There was an unforeseen rockslide on the train tracks, and our train had to stop for close to an hour while they moved the debris. Needless to say, that extra hour stuck on a train full of loud Americans was not what we wanted to be doing. Once in Ollantaytambo we were pretty ready to just be home, so we quickly found a micro bus to take us back. They like to load up their transportation here, and this was no
exception. Every seat was filled, with backpacks piled on laps. I
popped another carsickness pill, but didn’t give it enough time to
start working. The whole ride was me either trying to sleep (with my head bouncing against the window), feeling sick, or feeling the woozy affects of the drug. It was not a pleasant drive, but we were glad to be back in Cusco. We ran to the grocery store, bought our dinner and lunch, and hurried back to our trusted hostel, Southern Comfort, for some dinner and R & R. The
next day our long journey back to Cuenca began.

Dec 20 We got up for breakfast in our hostel, showered, and packed up all our things. We were planning to just hang out in the hostel all morning, but I had the urge to visit Plaza de Armas just one more time. I did some last minute shopping, and was about to head back to the hostel when I
walked past the Convento de la Merced out of curiosity. The student
price was only 3 soles (about a dollar. And yeah, if I still look like
a student, I’m going to cheat and get the student price), and after
contemplating for a bit, decided to go in. The convent was a beautiful flowery courtyard, and the church inside had all the typical statues and beautiful decorations of a Catholic church. Around the main square were small museum rooms, one filled with gold and silver pieces, another with art, and another with cassocks worn by the first Spanish priest to come to Cusco. In the silver and gold room, they had a beautiful piece that held the second largest pearl in the world. It was an incredible and beautiful space, and they
even had tour guides standing around to offer information. My tour
guide was William, and we ended up chatting for about 15 minutes
before I took off. Well, well worth the $1. Back at the hostel it was
lunchtime, and the final Internet fix before our long, dreaded, trip back to
Cuenca. As Emily said, “I don’t really like the travel part of traveling...”

We headed to the airport around 2pm, a little early for our 4:50pm flight, but we really had nothing better to be doing. We checked in, got rid of our bags, and walked over to the security area only to be told there were no shops beyond that point, and it was too early for us to go through security. We found some chairs upstairs, and continued our marathon of sitting and waiting. We finally headed down at 3:30pm, went through security (where the guard found Emily's erotic Incan statue she had bought for her boyfriend. Hilarious reaction), and did more sitting. And of course because we actually had extra time, we were given more time with a 30-minute flight delay. After the delay the flight went by without a hitch, and at the airport we found our bags, and got in an overpriced taxi to our Lima hostel. At the hostel we ordered in pizza, and chatted with the only other guest, a girl from Switzerland, before going to bed early. Our 3:30am wake up call would be coming far too soon.

Dec 21 Well I think I slept one hour the entire night, strange because
I usually don't have trouble falling asleep in new places. We woke up
early, got our stuff, and headed out for our second to last taxi ride. The
airport was crowded, strange at 4am, and we were glad we had yet again
arrived early. Another delayed flight, another fine flight, a muffin
and a lot of sleep. Off of the plane in Guayaquil we went through
customs, found our bags (they all arrived again! I'm hoping this means
my lost bag bad luck is over), and got in another taxi. We didn't know
how to find our bus back to Cuenca, but eventually the right person
yelled "Cuenca" at us, and we followed him quickly to the ticket
counter. We were pulling out of Guayaquil about half an hour later, on
our way home! The bus ride was fine (after popping a Bonin, of course),
and the final leg of the trip took us through Cajas National Park, a
beautiful reminder of the place we call home. Fredy picked us up at
the bus station, and it was "Hallelujah, we're home!" from there.
Incredible trip, but travel always makes me appreciate home (even a
temporary home) all that much more. Now it’s time for Christmas in Cuenca, and after that another trip to meet my parents in the northern Ecuador to see Quito, Otovalo, and Mindo before coming down to show them Cuenca.

Holiday Highlights

Because it has been a while since I have written a blog, but also because I am still feeling too lazy and busy to re-hash everything I’ve done the past three weeks… I will be giving the highlighted version.

·      I visited both Piedra de Agua and Parque Paraíso for the first time. Piedra de Agua is the nicer of the hot springs in Baños de Cuenca, and Parque Paraíso is a beautiful park here in Cuenca. Parque Paraíso actually translates to Paradise Park, and indeed it was.

·      On the Saturday after Thanksgiving one of the teachers at CEDEI (and her husband) hosted a Thanksgiving dinner for us all. It was in their beautiful apartment, and all of the food was incredible. We were about 20-30 people in all, young and old. Basically, it tasted like Thanksgiving should taste, and I feel incredibly blessed to be in Ecuador with this group of people.

·      Next Saturday, Kels, Emily, Mark, and I will be doing something that has now been added to my Ecuador bucket list, just so I can cross it off: We will be starring in a commercial for a bank. A friend of mine, knowing I spoke English, asked myself and some friends to help her friends out with a favor. They are making a commercial for a bank here in Ecuador, JEP, that will be put on their website and played in the stores. Nervous? Yes. Excited to do something completely random in another country? Absolutely. 

·      Last week was our last week of regular classes, and this week will be our last week of Intensive and Saturday classes. So four days from now I will be a free woman, and five days from now I will be on a bus to Guayquil.

·      Kels, Emily and I are going to Guayquil next Sunday, and on Monday flying out to… PERU!! I have dreamed for years of going to Machu Picchu, and two weeks from now that dream will be realized. I am so excited. We will be in Cusco a total of two weeks, with two days in Aguas Calientes (the pueblo closest to Machu Picchu) and one whole, beautiful day in Machu Picchu. Pray for safe travels and few headaches… Our planning hasn’t quite come together yet.

·      After Peru, I will be returning to Cuenca for Christmas Eve, and then flying to Quito on Christmas to meet up with my parents! We will be touring Quito, Otovalo, and then spending two days in the cloud forest in Mindo. From there, the three of us will fly down to Cuenca, and spend New Years Eve here in Cuenca. It’s easy to say, I am a lucky girl.

So goodbye for now blog, and see you in 2013 with an update on my vacations! God bless, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!

Cuenca Weekends

This week started out well with an election celebration on Tuesday night at one of the local Gringo bars, Inca Bar. About 20 Americans (and Irish Mark) gathered at the bar to watch the election update and counts, and had celebratory jello shots passed around when they announced that Obama was projected to win. We ended up staying awake until 2:30am watching Romney and Obama’s speeches, but it was well worth it. Good day to be an American. Thursday evening all of us were greeted with a surprise, when something at the power plant in Cuenca exploded and left half of the city without electricity. Because it starts getting dark around 5pm here, my 4:30pm and 6pm classes were canceled, allowing me to go home early and relax on a night that I really wasn’t interested in teaching. Friday morning I got up early for another trip to the beautiful Cajas National Park. It was a sunny day, and we did a different, more strenuous hike this time. Cajas is gorgeous, and it was nice to get away from the sounds of the city even if just for a couple of hours. After returning from Cajas I showered quickly, threw on some clothes, and hustled to school to teach my 6pm class. Luckily, we’re still in the first unit in my 101 class and the lessons go by very quickly because the material is so basic. I was able to cover that day’s material and the previous day’s material, meaning I didn’t need to make up the missed class. Score! After class we headed home, ate a quick dinner, and left again to see the new James Bond movie, Skyfall. This was my first time at an Ecuadorian movie theater, and it was a great experience. My friends were excited that they could put crushed up potato chips on their popcorn (a thing here), and I was just excited the movie was in English and not poorly dubbed Spanish. Although I tried to keep up with the Spanish subtitles, it was just nice seeing an American movie in English on the big screen. The next morning we got up early again for our Saturday classes, which we are counting down the days of: only 4 more Saturday classes left (including the one Saturday where we just have to sit and administer the final). Because the 300-level classes at CEDEI are writing courses as well, Kels, Emily and I thought it would be fun (and helpful) to do a sort of writing workshop for our 300-level students, rotating them between our three classrooms and teaching them each a different element of writing (run-on sentences, punctuation, and linker/transition words). It worked out perfectly for Mark as well, because he had a rugby game that day in Guayaquil and could not find anyone to cover his Saturday class (not a very popular thing here, Saturday classes). He was able to teach most of the first half of class, and then ditch his students with us in time to catch the bus with his team to Guayaquil. After class we were all exhausted, and came home for a quick lunch and nap. After my nap Isabel and decided to try something new by going to a Bible study through our church. It ended up being just us and three other ladies, and we had a great study, focusing on 2 Timothy 3. After the Bible study we had coffee, chatted, and took some group pictures. I arrived at home from the Bible study to find Kat and Kelsey watching Singing in the Rain. Let the lazy Saturday night begin… We watched Singing in the Rain, a little bit of the The Voice, Modern Family, Grey’s Anatomy, and then the Duck football game (which ended at 2:30am our time). Late night, but it was worth it. The next morning we slept in, waking up just in time to look at the clock and realize we had an hour to get out of the house for a soccer game. We were going to watch the Cuenca soccer team play, and while I don’t know very much about soccer and am no soccer enthusiast, it seemed only right to watch the Cuenca team at least once. Kels, Emily and I piled into a taxi, getting out at the stadium to meet up with Clara, Adam, Josh, and Lynsey. We decided on a whim to buy some Cuenca team jerseys: $5 each. Entrance tickets: $6. Weird paper hats to protect us from the sun: 50 cents. And of course, cultural experience: priceless. The stadium that Cuenca plays in is unfortunately not very nice, while the team is unfortunately not very good. It was a fun experience nonetheless, complete with some random guy taking pictures of us because we are gringos. After the game we chowed down on some food, and had yet another lazy Sunday with the only productive activity being a visit to the mercado. Successful weekend in Cuenca, I would say.            

Cuenca Days

This past weekend Cuenca celebrated its Independence Day, fittingly named “Cuenca Days”. Basically, it was the best weekend to be in Cuenca. The week started off well by our lighter load and lack of an intensive class. Wednesday evening Kels and I went to Eucalyptus again in hopes of dessert and Ladies Night. Well, it wasn’t Ladies Night, but we still had wine, chocolate cake and French fries, an excellent food combination. Everyone we were with, though, questioned our food combination choices, and chalked it up to being a weird Oregon girl thing. Thursday night, instead of going out, we chose to have a relaxing movie night. We watched both “Taken 2” and “Ruby Sparks”. Friday morning we got up, ready to enjoy Cuenca Days. It was a beautiful sunny day, and there were artesian booths set up all over the city with blankets, jewelry, handicrafts, and artwork. We wandered along the Ferria booths for a good couple of hours, taking in the crowds and beautiful goods. There were also street musicians scattered along the way, playing mostly salsa music with excellent dancers out front. Again, Ecuadorians know how to move. After wandering for a while we stopped at Inca for lunch, waiting an unfortunate two hours, but still enjoying our tacos when we finally got them. After lunch, Kels and I decided to join our friend Mike on a trip to the cemetery; Friday was “El Día de los Defuntos”, the Ecuadorian version of Day of the Dead. The cemetery was a good 40-minute trek away, but it was well worth the walk. We got a colada morada along the way to warm ourselves, which is a hot punch-like drink made with fruits, flour, and an unnatural purple coloring I don’t want to know the origin of. The colada morada was served with a bread called “guaguas”, oddly shaped in the form of a wrapped up baby. The cemetery was full of people, and beautifully decorated. It was interesting taking in all of the beautiful flowers and decorations, and also noticing those that were there mourning a recent lose. Although it seemed many families visited out of obligation, it was beautiful to see the ones that were there to say hello to their missed loved one. After coming home from the cemetery, Kels and I put on our dancing shoes and headed out for the night. The streets were filled with people, and it was fun seeing so much energy and comradery.

Saturday morning Kels and I got up late, and got ourselves ready to head out to see Mark’s rugby game. Our roommate, Mark, had joined the local rugby team, and we were not going to miss his debut. We almost did though… After asking what bus to take and eventually waiting for and jumping on said bus, we realized we were heading in the wrong direction. Back to square one. We tried desperately to flag down a taxi to take us, but all the taxis were full because of the festivities in town. Eventually, we found an empty taxi, and were thankful to be on our way to the rugby game, only a little late. I personally had never seen rugby before, and it was interesting to see the combination of futbol and football in the sport; definitely a tough sport. After the game, Kels and I came home and lounged around until our beloved Ducks were on. I had not managed to watch a single Duck game in Guatemala, and it has been wonderful seeing so many games here, especially since our Ducks are kicking butt. After the game ended at 10pm we didn’t feel like going out again, but stopped by San Sebastian park for a quick second to listen to the band playing in the square. Sunday morning I got up for church, and had a pretty laid back and productive Sunday of grocery shopping, finishing my book, and doing some last minute Ferria shopping. All in all, great weekend to be in Cuenca. This week intensive classes start again, meaning my wonderful free evenings and coming home before dark are over. But I like being busy, so bring it on! I’m excited to meet my new batch of 101 English students.