Chugchilán is a typical village in the Ecuadorian Andes, a lot goes on, but nothing happens. All the men wear gumboots and all the women wear colourful shawls. There are plenty of cute, grubby faced kids and almost as many animals in town, as people. There is a town square, lined by a church, and a volleyball court. Sunday is market day. The rest of the week the atmospheric comings and goings of clouds comprise the majority of local traffic.

Tuesday, 20 April 2010

20 abril, martes


Today there was a cooking class going on in the town hall. I peered through the window along with the señoritas to see what was going on. The matronly lady giving the class was a little fairer skinned than most people from around here, so I asked the lady next to me where the teacher was from. I still stumble over Spanish words and what came out was not, where is she from? but when is she from?

The señorita giggled and replied “yesterday”.

“No, I mean where is she from?”

More giggling “from the day before yesterday”

They’re shy, but quick to take the piss around here.

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