In my last
blog I left off with holiday fun, a loved one visiting (not much has changed
for this time around!) and a broken toe. I used those Winter Crutches for a few
weeks, boots and all, and after some arm-chafing and uneven foot sunburn, I
threw them to the curb the day before the most ruthless holiday in Ecuador: Carnaval. It´s harder to run for your
life with crutches.
All around
the world the entrance into the Lenten Season is celebrated differently: elegant
masks at Mardi Gras in New Orleans, district-assigned
costumes at Fasching in Germany, and even
seven hours away from here you celebrate La
Fiesta
de las Flores y las Frutas with peach-flavored wine in Ambato, Ecuador.
Here in Guayaquil, Carnaval starts
the Sunday before Ash Wednesday and is a 3-day holiday involving paint, a LOT
of water, eggs, flour, other throwable ingredients, and crossing lines of
personal space, boundaries, and friendship.
We had
heard from neighbors, “Oh, it´s a great time of playing with friends, eating,
dancing, and getting wet!” and we all knew we wanted to take advantage of such
a fun-sounding holiday. So we attempted to prepare, arming ourselves with tiny
water-guns and a couple bags of colored dust that turns into paint with water.
We thought we were ready. Needless to say, we were not. We got rocked those 3
days, each day getting progressively more intense, more draining, and far
dirtier. I hadn´t realized how truly out of shape I am until the night of the
first day.
Lucky for
us, I purchased a water-proof (now called Carnaval-proof) case for my camera
before coming to Ecuador so we were able to capture some of the moments: some
happy, some sad, some hysterical, and some that will just down right make you
feel bad for Greg. I believe pictures are the best way to tell the tale.
Day 1
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We set
out to get our guard,
Welly, and Greg still got it
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Community. |
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Went
to get 3 eggs at the store,
that´s all. I got 3 eggs, they just
weren´t in a
bag.
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A baby blue chick! |
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That
night, all clean, we
celebrated Monica´s birthday.
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Day 2
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The
day started similarly to Day 1. |
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Our
afterschool program kids! |
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“My
name´s Eli and I don´t play
Carnaval…”
*bananas to the face*
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My hijado (godson), Denys |
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End
Day 2 |
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At
Christina´s house we crashed
her pool party. Literally.
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Day 3
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Rosa, 91, thought I got paint
on her face. I did no such thing.
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Day
3 and Coli still
had the best reactions
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I´d
have felt bad for the guy if he didn´t
foam everybody in the face for 48 hours
straight.
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Even
Suleika played! |
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Jessica´s fam. At
this point the sun was
going down and teeth were chattering.
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We
ended the holiday with
a pretty spectacular sunset.
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That week
was a wonderful one. No work, just play, and the only thing that brought it
down was the fact that my mom came 3 days too late; I wasn´t able to smash eggs
on her head or give her a well-deserved make over.
Mama Rios came
to visit last Friday for 5 days. We weren´t sure, much like with Emily, whether
or not she´d make it down, and I was ecstatic when she told me she found a
ticket. It was great to see her, and I think I forget too often that my mom´s a
pretty awesome person. We spent 3 days in Mount Sinai where I was able to
introduce her to neighbors (neighbors who, every time, thought she was my sister and could not get over her youth) my volunteer community, Ecuadorian food, and she
even worked WITH me at Hogar, helping me out with the design of my map.
(Some
pictures have a hamster in them. His name´s Humphrey. My goddaughter has a
project, like Flat Stanley, where they send their paper friend to a friend or
family, and my job was to have him experience Ecuador. Mission accomplished.)
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The
family, minus the father, Marino |
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We played the longest game
of UNO with Belgica´s kids. |
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Although my mom brought nothing but sunshine
(0 for 5 on rainy days) she still had to learn how to
maneuver through Winter-Time Monte Sinai
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Bolivar
was helping Josias, his son,
practice walking on the roof when
we visited so we
got to join in
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Susana,
Josias, Terri, Bolivar, Me, and Leyla below |
The other
days we were able to take a “quick” trip to Puerto
Lopez, a town about 4 hours up the coast. I put “quick” in quotation marks
because my mom visited the weekend of Election Day. Sunday being the day to
vote meant everyone in Mount Sinai had to travel to the place they last had a
registered address or to where their family lives, and for some that meant 6 or
8 our trips. Our sector was going to be empty for most of the day. It also
meant that all buses all weekend were full, but after much effort and a lot of
help from our guard we got there safely, elections happened, and Rafael Correa
was re-elected.
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Saw
ancient ruins at Agua Blanca, a nationally-protected indigenous community |
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Those, ladies and gentlemen, are grasshoppers…the size of my feet. |
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The
circus was in town! So we went. It was terrible. |
We visited Isla de la Plata,, an island nicknamed
“The Poor Man`s Galapagos.” It is not the season to see many animals, but
despite the odds not being in our favor, we lucked out and returned from the tour with
blue-footed boobies, sharks, turtles, and dolphins checked off our list.
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A
baby booby! |
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It wouldn´t have been a trip in Ecuador
without something happening. Our bus
broke down on the way back to
Mount Sinai |
I mentioned
earlier that my mom´s a pretty awesome person. She often outdoes herself when
it comes to surprises and projects. Well, while she was here she surprised me
by celebrating my birthday the whole week. My birthday´s not until March 13.
We got to celebrate with tuna empanadas (my mom´s idea...Delicious!), cake, and
Greg´s family the last night she was here.
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Props to the woman…she perfectly executed
an Ecua “Que lo muerda” face smash. |
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Greg´s fam. Thanks for the cake and empanada hints!
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And lastly,
my mom—along with bringing awesome things like Flaming Hot Cheetos—helped us to
finally complete a dream we´ve had for months. I mentioned a long time ago that
Jaime (a volunteer from the other house) got The Settlers of Catan, a board
game I fell in love with in college. Well, after much discussion, our community
embarked on a project and again requested the help of my mother. First the
Multi-Sweater Christmas Card and now…The Settlers of Sinai. You really blew us
away, Mama Rios.
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Completely in Spanish, this version comes equipped with cane houses that can be
upgraded to cement houses, new resources (cane, cement blocks, chicken, water
jugs, and rice), Mount Sinai businesses for victory points, and borders
corresponding to the main roads outside of Sinai. And if you look closely, my mom decided to Photoshop my face on a peasant. |
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A practice round without borders. With the help of Wilson, an artist
and Hansen´s disease patient from Damien House in Duran, we were
able to buy tiny Hogar houses |
After her
seemingly-too-short trip, my mom left and I went back to work. My time is
mostly spent on the map project while continuing to attend meetings and events
in our office. Friday we had a celebration in honor of the rights and value of
women in Mount Sinai. Somehow, I got signed up to pass out fake roses and perform
at the event. They wanted me to sing in English (thank goodness) so I just
explained the lyrics of John Mayer´s Daughters
to them beforehand.
Also, the
same day my mom left, Ana´s family came. They have been extremely kind and over the past few days I have had my fill of
some amazing Mexican dinners. Between the posole (ya, Aunt Josie, I had posole too!) and the carne asada tacos,
there has been a mix of homesickness and thanksgiving for Ana´s family´s
hospitality, as it`s reminded me of just how much I appreciate my family and my
family`s culture.
It was a
busy February and with half of our families coming within a 2 week period
(Heidi´s family got in Monday!) I think we are all trying to enjoy our last
taste of freedom before “Retreat Group Season” starts. “Freedom” may be a bit
of an exaggeration, but March begins a long string of back-to-backs and packed
months of university and high school students and I imagine once it hits we
will be busier than ever. Until then I will be soaking up neighborhood time, flinching
at the site of a bucket of water, and walking my map´s route with umbrella or
sunscreen in hand.
Realizing I
could have saved a bag of paint for
my mom! Ugh.
Miguel