Tuesday, November 23, 2010
It has become pretty obvious that it is late November in the Ecuadorian Sierra. It rains every single day, some more than others. Saturday was a downpour all afternoon and into the evening, so much that my room flooded. Sunday was about the same, however that apparently meant it was a good day for fish. The family took me and Abuelita to Yahuarcocha ("Blood Lake") for fried tilapia. Luckily, the one hour drive through rain and mud was well worth it.
 Abuelita prepares to devour an entire tilapia, leaving Anayani with nothing but a lime  "My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want his heart! I want to eat his children!" -Mike Tyson On Monday I finally completed some surveys after weeks of weak organization and poor planning. I awaited my boss, Mariana, to go to Colegio Técnico Intercultural Bilingüe "San Juan de Ilumán" (again with the quotations on everything) to survey some of the youngsters there, however she told me to "ande no más" and hop on a bus alone, hoping the school would let me in. Ilumán, like Peguche, is a mainly indigenous artisan village. It has more hat and poncho stores than it has places to eat. Furthermore, I have noticed that the word "intercultural" really just means indigenous. It's a bit like how people will go out for "ethnic food" in the US, even though that encompasses most food ever conceived.
Thursday begins our Thanksgiving break and it's looking like a trip to Atacames, Esmeraldas, which is supposed to be one of the best-looking beaches in the country. I'm hoping the November climate is a bit more pleasant at the coast than in the Sierra.
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