Wednesday, November 3, 2010

HOLIDAYS & MOVING DAYS

Viernes (Friday) 29 Octubre 2010

I’m actually starting this BLOG today…Friday (Viernes)…
but the preparations etc. have already begun. What I’m 
referring to is the fast approaching Cuenca Independence 
Day or as it’s called here… Indepencia de Cuenca.


The date for this impending 
holiday…is actuality taking 
place this coming Wednesday 
(Miercoles)…3 Noviembre. 
However this being Ecuador…
this holiday is actually preceded 
by another holiday…one in 
which is the previous day and 
falling on Tuesday (Martes)…
2 Noviembre. This holiday by 
the way…has the distinctive 
designation of being called 
Dia de los Muertos or...Day of 
the Dead.




The following is a direct quote…from my friend and writer 
Dixie Davie as it appeared in her newsletter and website…
www.retire-in-ecuador. com.

In the article…Dixie explains Dia de los Muertos as such: 
“celebrated with a belief that it is easy for the dead to come 
back to earth and visit their living relatives on this particular 
day. Altars are erected and piled with food, trinkets, 
wreaths and flowers. Breads, candies and cakes are made in 
the shapes of the bodies or other symbols. Sometimes the 
name of the dead person is inscribed on these edible 
mementos. The typical food for the day is “guaguas de 
*pan”…accompanied by a beverage called “colada morada”.
The foods have a remote origin in the Incas, who offered 
their gods their bodies and blood in sacrificial ceremonies”.

It is currently 2:30 pm and as I sit in my departemento 
(apartment)…I can clearly hear the loud…albeit muffled 
“sound checks”…along with some musica (?) already 
starting…so tonight should be…an experience to say the 
least. What will happen tonight and throughout the next 
five (5) days is …well I haven’t a clue. This…other than 
the fact that there will be “musica”…holiday food and 
partying to all hours…throughout Cuenca can only be put 
into so many words. Even these few words…”still”… 
would not…nor could not…describe what can only be 
experienced and…only by experiencing this town in 
person.

Speaking of tonight or I should say the latter part of this 
afternoon and…in the middle of all the “holiday party 
build-up”…I will be picking up my new departemento 
keys and starting manana Sabado (Saturday)…yours truly 
will “start” my fast approaching move in earnest. 

Luckily…my new departemento is only about 3 blocks 
from my current location.  This incidentally allows me to 
basically move myself via my “rolling” luggage…of which 
I have “dos” (two) and will take place over this [yes…
moving during a holiday] weekend. Thank goodness for 
wheels and elevators.

Best Laid Plans”… Sabado (Saturday)

Well it’s Sabado (Saturday for all you gringos) and [my 
plan] was to meet Martha…my apartment finder…give 
the new place a once over…get the keys and start moving
in whatever I could manage by myself. The rest would 
wait until manana when my friend Gerard…who has 
kindly offered to help with the move…using his new car. 
This way…moving the somewhat larger and heavier items 
[well the few that I have] would hopefully be a breeze.

“This”…mi amigos’...proved to be the outcome…

The reality is that Martha ran into [some] difficulties. An 
hour became two (2) and ended up with a record…
seven(yes…“7”hours delay. 
By this time the start/stop/start/stop and so on…drew to 
a close and…well…all I can say is that these delays took 
their toll. Hence…by the time I finally did my 
“walk-through“ of the new apartment …I had already 
decided to forgo any moving today and just take 
advantage of Gerard’s [moving service] car and...
do it all manana.

So…here I sit with 95% of everything I own “packed 
and ready to go”… and…with “nowhere to go” until 
tomorrow a.m. Anyway manana is another day and…
hopefully one in which I will have accomplished 
the task at hand.

“Moving Day Has Arrived”… Domingo (Sunday)

Finally…all is “almost” done (well 99% anyway) and it 
is now 8;40 a.m. on Domingo (Sunday)…as I wait for 
mi amigo Gerard to arrive with his car to facilitate my 
move. Now… it’s just a little matter of loading the car…
unloading the car…loading the elevator…unloading 
the elevator (I’m sure you get the picture). 

OK…I don’t want you to think for un minuto that…
just because Gerard and his generous assistance got 
me moved that…that was that. It wasn’t…not by a 
long shot…as I still had to return to my now “old” 
departmento (apartment) and re-pack my now 
(once again) empty suitcases…repack the smaller 
“unmoved” items into said suitcases and make a couple 
of trips [on foot] to complete my move.

This done…now came the fun job of putting all my 
worldly belongings in their proper places. I won’t bore 
you with the details other than to say that…finding said 
places in some instances was no easy task. This process 
however did take some time and succeeded in…yes… 
obliterating whatever reserve strength I had left in this...
body of mine!






























Work done…it was thankfully time to…”rest”. Now 
I’m not sure if I ever mentioned this before but…I am 
not the kind of person that can take any type of siesta. 
This however did not deter me in the least from trying… 
albeit as I “did” try but alas…this little venture of a nap 
was unsuccessful…though…I did get to relax.
































So...now with the task of resting done…it was time to get 
ready for my dinner invitation at my friends’ Karen & 
Peters’ place. Keeping in mind that I’ve never been to 
their departemanto…what should have been an easy and 
short cab ride...of course…turned into an “adventurers” 
exercise in futility.

Please understand that in most cases Cuenca cab drivers 
know how to deliver you to where you want to go…but…
every once in awhile (as was the case today) the driver 
just doesn’t know “how” too get to ones desired 
destination. Also…keep in mind that there is a minor 
item to contend with in this situation…was our “inability” 
to connect verbally. Don’t ask me how…but someway…
somehow…apparently the gods were smiling on us…
I finally made it to my destination. 

Upon entering K & P’s departemento…I was 
“somewhat” prepared (do to previous conversations with 
Karen & Petefor the sight that awaited me. To say that 
it was large (by most Ecuadorian standards) would be a 
“gross understatement”. I guess one might call their place 
Ecuadorian modern. Roomy…airy and comfortable would 
be just a few words that come to mind.

The best part of the night (other than their warm and 
receptive companionship) was the sumptuous meal that 
Karen prepared. To try and tell you all about the meal 
would actually detract from the “overall delightful 
epicurean experience”...so I won’t…so there! 
I will however tell you that Karen baked some [huge] 
chicken breasts covered with fresh mushroom sauce and 
was sided with steamed broccoli and homemade rice pilaf. 
All this accompanied by some very good wine and great 
desert (one of which was Karen’s wonderful homemade 
Apple Cobbler along with my offering…as in Strawberry 
Short Cake). What a wonderful way to end a long…
but very satisfying day. 

Ohh…almost forgot…
all the food was organic and need I say…delicioso!

So…that mi amigos y amigas…is where things stand at 
the moment. Manana…this hombre needs to do a 
“major” food shopping en El Supermacado in which...
to replenish El Cocina (kitchen)…wish me luck!
Hasta Pronto...

<<POST-NOTE>>

It’s now Tuesday (Martes) evening (about 9:30 pm) and 
just had too include this tidbit. Actually…this is a 
“kind of” restaurant and “date” review mixed together…
as I had a very enjoyable dinner with a Mujer Norte 
Americano (North American Woman) whom at this point 
I’ll just identify as “R”.

The dinner took place at a restaurant called Tiesto’s 
which…is situated “within” the outer edge of Cuenca 
Centro. Now one needs to understand…I’ve been vying 
to sample Tiesto’s dinner fare since I’ve arrived in this 
beautiful place called Cuenca. The only problem and 
reason why I hadn’t gone until tonight was that… 
Tiesto’s is actually geared to parties of 2 or more. 
Now that’s not to say that “un persona” would not be 
served but…I for one…do not think a solo person would 
enjoy or…for that matter feel the ambience… friendliness 
and warmth that is Tiesto’s.

As for cost…to be fair…Tiesto’s rates “high” in the cost 
category. That said however…compared to a comparable 
restaurant in Any Hometown, U.S.A. and…considering a 
North American restaurant of equal quality that I found in 
Tiesto’s...well there’s “no contest”…Tiesto’s wins hands 
down…both in cost…quality and ambience!
The wonderful part of the Tiesto’s experience is…the 
array of various flavorful spice and flavor mixtures that 
one will find awaiting them on their table. This along 
with some absolutely…wonderful tasty and imaginative 
dishes…well if and when you ever find yourself in Cuenca…
Tiesto’s is a definite…“Do Not Miss” stopover!

On a personal note…my dinner date with “S”…well…
I feel very good about the evening. Now whether “S” 
feels the same…well…like I like to say…time will tell...

Ciao todo (all) for now…




*[translation of ”pan” is bread...so I’m guessing that...
  this holiday item is indeed a type of bread]

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Touring the sites "Outside...but close too Cuenca"



Domingo (Sunday), 24 Octubre, 2010

I started the day early…like 6 a.m. This…
do to the fact that I had to meet my 
Expedition Van at 8:05 a.m. For some 
imaginary reason I really thought that they 
would be there “on-time”. So…me…being 
me…A.K.A...“Mr. Early for Everything” got 
there at exactly 8 a.m. and TA-DAH…
w-a-i-t-e-d!!!

Actually and by Ecuadorian standards 
(if there ever were any) it wasn’t bad...as 
the van in question got to my pick-up point 
before 8:15 a.m. Of course I was the first to 
be picked up and then came the rest of the 
pick-up points in various parts of Cuenca.

At the end…we totaled nine personas. The 
make-up of "touristas" included one other 
male Gringo from Australia…3 Norte 
Americanos Women and 4 Senoras from 
Peru…plus yours truly...and joined by our 
driver and tour guide Diego! Needless to 
say...it was an interesting group.

Once we were all settled…off we went to 
explore the country-side along with the 
wares plied by the Indigenousness peoples 
living in these towns. 












Now one should understand that as far as 
sightseeing goes…I for one really do not 
get into this type of excitement (?). I do 
however…enjoy seeing new and different 
places including it’s histories. Thankfully 
this trip also included some amazing 
scenery. This scenery incidentally…not 
only included what one would expect 
(forests… rolling mountainous lands etc.) 
but also some stunning Spanish Colonial 
architecture all within some beautiful towns 
and cities.












The principle cuidad (Citythat we visited...
is called Chordeleg (sure-de-leg)...which is 
a fairly decent sized city but one...with a 
really beautiful town center and is known 
for it’s Gold & Silver Jewlery. 




Now...being that I had exactly "zero" 
interest in window-shopping...I roamed the 
immediate area and finally stumbled upon 
a nice shaded resting spot i El Parke Centro. 

As luck would have it…a middle aged 

woman with her son sat down next to me 
and tried (notice I said "tried"tstrike up 
conversation.

Of course I politely told her in my 
best Spanish…”No Hablar Espanol” and 
with her prodding this...became 
“Yo Hablar Espanol Poquito”... 
(I speak a little Spanish).

Now maybe it was my long absence from 
the U.S. East Coast but…it seems I’ve 
lost the edge on my long ago learned 
and ingrained “Sixth Sense”...OMG !!! 

Now…when it comes to unknown peoples 
wanting something other than just being 
friendly...my inner alarms should have 
gone off “loud ‘n clear”…they didn’t! This 
instance proved to be the case…as the 
woman in question (and my 6th sense 
finally made it’s appearance albeit a little 
late)…was what one could only call and 
compare with a Born-Again Christian but 
with a Spanish-twist.

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Note:
Before anyone…who might be a Born-
Again Christian please...do not read 
anything into the above paragraph as…
I hold no prejudices against anyone’s 
beliefs. I do however…do not like being 
cajoled into anything…especially when 
any religion is involved.
==============================

Anyway with this new information about 
my new acquaintance…I quickly excused 
myself and meandered this beautiful and 
peaceful city.

Approaching the Van’s departure time…
I eventually re-claimed my seat along with 
my travel-mates (all accounted for) and off 
we went for a few more stops.

One stop in particular made up for all the 
jewelry shops etc. This was an extremely 
run-down establishment in a very small 
town called San Bartolome. 
The people in this town are known for their 
Spanish Guitar Making.

As the story was told to us (and I hope I 
have all the facts correct)…many many 
generations have since past. 
When the first Spanish families settled in 
this area…one family started the Guitar 
Crafting business. As time went on the art 
of Spanish Guitar crafting was passed 
to other families…who then in turn moved 
to different areas of Ecuador. Apparently 
however…
San Bartolome remains the anchor.

OK…nececito history lesson done.

The Guitars are made from a very rare 
wood…all hand crafted and…if I recall 
correctly…a single guitar will take 4-6 
weeks to bring its beauty to completion. 
The cost in case you're wondering...ranges 
from about $200 to $600. The guitar in the 
photo below was priced at about $240. 
All this by the way…is accomplished by 
one hombre and his son. 












No...the guy on the Guitar is not the son 
but...our now almost famous tour-guide 
Diego. The gentleman behind him is the 
owner...father and craftsman.












From what I understood…the father 
makes the guitars (remember…all by hand
but cannot play the instrument...at all. 
This is where the son comes in…who at the 
time of our visit had his soul connected to 
the Internet. 
(Yes...even in the mountains of Ecuador).

All told…I am quite sure that if I were one 
whoever played a guitar (at least a little bit)…
I would have bought one of these beauties...
on the spot!

Well…once again it was time to pile into 
El Van and off we went to…YES…E-A-T 
lunch...(You knew this was coming!)

The place...that was part of the tour for 
lunch (almuerzo)…was in its former life a 
privado hosienda (Private House). 
Today the hosienda is called 
“Hosteria Uzuhupud” and is now a beautiful 
hostel which rests in the Paute valley.

Within the confines of the Hosteria there 
is in evidence…a swimming pool…
hot springs…58 rooms..tennis…discoteca 
(disco)…outdoor restaurante etc. 

The rates…I truthfully have no idea. That 
said however…one day I would love to 
spend some “miini-vacation” time there…
one day J

At this point..and to tell you the truth…the 
tour went into “over-kill”…as I was past 
caring about anything (time elapsed about 
6 horas (6 hours). All I wanted was to see 
the tours conclusion but…NO!!!  There was 
more! Unfortunately…I was beyond caring 
and (maybe I subconsciously) buried the 
rest...
into my subconscious where it will stay!

Overall…it was a great “get-outta-town” 
escape.I’m glad I did it but…with the 
exception of my previous stated desire of 
visiting Uzuhupud again…I think this 
hombre has had it for…
at least the foreseeable future! J

Now with this...my update on my roamings...
completed...I REALLY need to get crackin’ n' 
start packin’ for my upcoming re-location…
to my Nueve Apartemento (new apartment).

See you soon…for now J
[Para ahora veale pronto] J