Winter has settled on Ecuador and, while the cold holds no comparison to that all you in the northeast and midwest will be enjoying in a month and half and there has only been snow once in Quito (a month ago, courtesy probably of global warming), we have a hard time staying warm and dry and are treating ourselves to several cups of hot chocolate or coffee a day. We are in Quito for the week, working on finding funding for ourselves to return after the Christmas holidays (if you know of any travel grants or rich people looking for ways to spend their money, let us know!) and for the community´s projects. Later in the week, we are going to a monestary in Ipiales, Colombia, for a day and a half so Erica can renew her tourist non-visa and to check out the apparently fantastic deals on underwear that exist all over the clothing factory-rich country.
Yesterday we celebrated Dia de los Muertos by drinking colada morada, a chunky blood-colored drink of herbs and fruit, and eating bread in the shape of guaguas, meaning children in Quechua. Many people like enjoying these festivities amongst their dead relatives at the local cemetary. Erica, for one, liked the food, but prefers eating dead birds and giving semi-conscious thanks to genocided Native Americans.
We´ve been working in the community for the last three weeks, coming home on the weekends to shower up and stuff ourselves with food. On a couple of nights, we have joined the women´s organization in spinning the wool they had sheared from their sheep and dying it in various colors for the bags, scarves, and hats. Isabel also arranged a meeting with a local NGO called Randimpak that coordinates the exportation of organic quinoa, as well as other food products, to countries around the world, and which provides educational and medical support.
We’ve been teaching after-school English classes at the school in SG, as well as the occasional regular day classes when a professor has been unable to come in. We’ve been forced to recall the various rules of fractions, made still more difficult by having to teach them in Spanish to a bunch of unwilling 10-year-olds. Far easier it was to teach the songs “The Itsy Bitsy Spider” and “Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes,” which they practically scream for. After school, our students often stop by our house to check up on us and our exotic ways. They´ve also been great to show us around the town, telling us where everything is and asking their parents and grandparents at home for Quechua words to teach us in the afternoons. To help them and their families out, we would like to get together a hygiene product and school supply drive back at IU. If you’re interested in working on this, please let us know!
Tomorrow, we are looking forward to spending an evening in a restaurant in the tourist section of Quito, watching the election results come in. Get your vote on, America!
Abrazos,
Erica and Isabel