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Saturday, May 7, 2016

Tamera's Take: Where the Wild "Ancestors" Are, Cats, and Darwin's Finches

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Tamera's Take is about being here.
Are you ready? I am.

"Seeing every height crowned with its crater, and the boundaries of most of the lava-streams still distinct, we are led to believe that within a period, geologically recent, the unbroken ocean was here spread out. Hence, in both space and time, we seem to be brought somewhat nearer to that great fact--that mystery of mysteries--the first appearance of new beings on this earth."
---Charles Darwin, Voyage of the Beagle
Mangrove Finches fighting for survival.

Puerto Ayora, Santa Cruz Island
Galapagos, Ecuador
a Tel: (593) 5 2526-146/2527-013 Ext 101

In 1835, long before he began to formulate the theory of evolution, Charles Darwin sailed to the Galapagos Islands on the H.M.S. Beagle.

Much of the same flora and fauna that inspired Darwin's The Origin of Species still exists on the Galapagos today. Appropriately, ninety-seven percent of the island is national park. Two of his studies included the Mangrove Finch and the Wild Currant Tomato.

A few days ago as my husband and I walked through the empty lot on the way to Frema's tienda, we saw hundreds of red berries sprawling among the other weeds and flowers.  No. Wait. Not berries. The tiniest tomatoes (tomates) I have ever seen.

Very Tiny Wild Currant Tomatoes
I picked one tomato and put it in my pocket so I could do a little research on it when I got home. My husband said, "don't forget that's in your pocket". "I won't", I said. Of course I forgot about it.

I pulled the squished little tomato from my pocket and grabbed our laptop.

Known to botanists as Solanum Pimpinellifolium, the plant is the wild ancestor of all the domestic tomatoes we eat today, and still grows wild in northern Peru and southern Ecuador.

The common name is Wild Currant Tomato.

Amazed at our discovery, I go back to the vacant lot to take pictures and bring back a few more tomates. My first thought as I pick 4 or 5 to bring back home is that they are probably bitter and/or poisonous.

According to SmithsonianMag they are not poisonous or bitter. We each try one. They are sweet and delicious. According to Smithsonian, Science Daily and a few other websites, they are also rare and vanishing from the wild. Unfortunately a fact with so many things in the world.

I spent a couple of hours on research with the thought that Wild Currant Tomatoes might make for an interesting blog. Although, one patch of tomatoes in one vacant lot could hardly be noteworthy to many people. I shelved the idea.

Except that I wanted to grow some myself.

Seeds.

If I have the tomatoes, then I have the seeds. One more trip to the vacant lot. As I look at the green and ripe tomatoes, I notice the hundreds of little yellow flowers that will soon be fruiting.

How did this plant get here?  Maybe they are not wild. Maybe someone threw out some tomatoes or an old plant, and they managed to reproduce. As much as I read about these little tomatoes, I really do not have any practical information on how to grow them.

I shelve the blog (again) AND the idea of growing the tomatoes.

Two days later, on one of our walks, we happen to find another sprawling patch of tiny tomatoes. I am convinced now that they truly are Wild Currant Tomatoes.

Do I have my phone with me so I can take pictures. No.

As we get to the end of the unpaved road I take a visual survey of our location so I can come back later to take pictures.

After more research I find that there have been a number of expeditions to Ecuador to locate, document and gather samples. Studies have determined that the Currant Tomato has natural genetic properties that make it drought and disease resistant. Apparently Solanum Pimpinellifolium has become an important species in the cross breeding of domestic tomatoes.

CATS cannot eat tomatoes! Really.

I do not have any intention of creating a hybrid tomato, but I do intend to grow my own tiny tomatoes, albeit slightly less "wild".

I am drying out a batch of seeds now.  I will let you know how it goes.

A shout out to You Grow Girl for some down to earth (pun intended) information on growing these wild plants in your garden!

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Saturday, April 16, 2016

Tamera's Take: A Day In The Life, Cats & Learn Spanish Please

Tamera's Take is about being here.
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¿Yo hablo español?  (Do I speak Spanish?)
¿Hablas español?     (Do you speak Spanish?)


"Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream"

This is how my life feels at present.  Sort of stuck riding on a ferris wheel going forward and backward, but always in a circle.

A view of two worlds from the top and a dizzy blur at the bottom.

"A Day In The Life"

The final track on Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band album comprises of two unfinished songs (one by John Lennon, one by Paul McCartney) bridged together by an orchestral arrangement.

I could use some of those orchestral arrangements about now.  Where are The Beatles when you need them?!

Look Closely.  Crucita!!




There has not been a time in my life that I did not dream about traveling the world.  

Even in Kindergarten.  Seriously.  

My mother began teaching me to read when I was three. She loved to read.  Books have always been an important part of my life.  

We would go to the library every two weeks to check out books.  Well, my mother would check out the books.  Some for herself, some for me.  

By the time I was in second grade the librarian gave me my own library card.  Reading a book was like going to some exotic place.  Exotic places where I really could not go.  I was just a kid.  

But one day I would go.  Maybe.  Hopefully.


A small village in the Andes mountains, Ecuador; and a page from my favorite childhood book.

Rock Music in Ecuador! Bridging my worlds together.
The first time I truly realized that not everyone spoke only English was the announcement of a school trip to Paris France.  I think I was twelve years old.

The students who could afford to go would spend the first seven months of the school year attending a special class to learn French.  Of course I did not get to go.  My family could not afford it.  My parents thought I was too young for such a trip anyway.

One of my good friends went.  I begged her to teach me the French she was learning.  She taught me a few phrases.  I still remember how to say them perfectly.  However, I cannot write or spell them to save my life.

What is my point? I am coming around to it.  I promise.

There were no other opportunities for me to learn other languages until I started high school.  At fourteen years old, the trip to France (that I did not take) now a distant memory, I signed up to take Beginning Spanish.

A little surreal wall art in Canoa, Ecuador.
Let me rush along this mini-biography by telling you that I took three years of Spanish.  As I started my second year of Spanish, I also started taking my first year of German. As I started my third and final year of Spanish, I also started my second year of German.  A third year of German was not offered unfortunately.

Now, I bet you are thinking, "Wow, she knows three languages."

You would be wrong.

I know English.

I studied grammatical Spanish and German.

This is not the same as speaking Spanish and German.  I can conjugate the heck out of those foreign verbs.  I can tell you which nouns are masculine or feminine.  I know the names of those special characters and how to pronounce the words that contain them.  I can read both languages well enough to decipher most print material.

A view from the top of the ferris wheel!

None of that will help you when you are at the checkout in a grocery store and the clerk is asking you a question in what seems like lightning speed.  It sounds nothing like what you heard in that classroom for three years.  You have no idea how to begin to respond. But you have to. So you say something in your best "Americanized Spanish".  The clerk stares at you blankly, having no idea what you just said.

The blur at the bottom of the ferris wheel!

I would not walk into any of these stores without knowing some Spanish.
One of the reasons we are writing this blog is to help others who are planning or may be planning to come to Ecuador.

Here is my advice.

If you are planning on living in Ecuador for an extended period of time, take the time to learn some conversational Spanish.  

I cannot stress this enough.

Thank goodness for Penguino!  This is the town of Puerto Cayo.
The reason I say this is not because the number of Ecuadorians who speak English is low.  I say this because the official language is Spanish.  Ecuador is in South America, not Europe.  I am overstating the obvious but it needs to be said.  Most Europeans can speak multiple languages.

Central and South America is predominantly Spanish speaking.  North America is predominantly English speaking.  It took a while to achieve this - the homogenization and decimation of the many diverse languages that used to exist on these continents, down to two basic languages.

But what was done cannot be reversed.  With such large populations speaking the same language, I suppose the need to learn another language does not seem necessary in the grand scheme of daily life.

Unless you want to go somewhere and interact with people who do not speak your language.

Crucita.  West to the Pacific Ocean.  East to the Andes Mountains.

Make no mistake.  We have learned to speak a lot of Spanish since we arrived in Crucita.  We got right out there and spoke with our neighbors, shops owners, etc.  We did our Rosetta Stone lessons.  I put little green Post It Notes all over the kitchen with words and phrases to help us remember.  I work hard at it.  Jason and I both do.

There are days when it is exhausting and I simply do not have the energy to try to speak another language.  There are days when it is exhilarating because I am able to carry on a conversation with someone in Spanish.

So what is my point?
LEARN SPANISH!

My point is that after all these years, I have finally traveled to another part of the world.

Because I arrived barely able to speak the language, there are many days when I am not getting all that I should be out of this experience.

This is a very recent realization. A very frustrating realization.

Knowing conversational Spanish would be one of those orchestral arrangements that will make the difference between a spectator and being a participant.  

You guys need to learn Spanish.
I will keep working on it.  A few nights ago, I actually had a dream in Spanish!  I guess it is time to get off the ferris wheel.

In case you were wondering.

Catspeak is the same in any country.


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Saturday, March 12, 2016

Tamera's Take: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, Cats, & Things Go Wrong Sometimes

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Tamera's Take is about being here.
Are you ready?  I am.

Listening to "Someone Saved My Life Tonight - by Elton John & Bernie Taupin".  I am listening to this song on Pandora Internet Radio.

Now you are saying to yourself, "I thought she could not listen to Pandora Internet Radio in Ecuador".  

You cannot.  But yet, I am.  More on that later.  Keep reading.

Madman Across the Water - North Crucita Beach
In 1973 the album Goodbye Yellow Brick Road was released.  I was in elementary school.  I fell in love with the song.  I fell in love with the album.  I joined the Elton John Fan Club.  My dad bought the 8-track for me so we could listen to it while riding in our red Chevy C-10 pick up truck.

I do not think my dad was a big fan of Elton John, but he loved music and he knew how much I loved Elton John. For some reason my dad hit the skip track button on more than a few songs.
Elton John-Goodbye Yellow Brick Road-Mercury Records

I would not understand this until much later. Who has not experienced that "ah-ha" moment as an adult.  A year after I got Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, my grandmother (Grammy) asked me what I wanted for my birthday.  I told her I wanted the Caribou album.  I was slightly disappointed when I unwrapped my present and in place of "Caribou" was "Greatest Hits".  Grammy later told me that she could not buy the other album because one of the songs had a bad word in the title.  I will let you figure out what song it was.

What is the point of all this?

Road Signs Are Not Always Familiar
The point is, that because I got Greatest Hits instead of Caribou, I was forced to hear something different and push the envelope a little into unfamiliar territory.  Some songs I liked, some I was not so crazy about.  But I DID get to hear them and make up my own mind.

I have blogged a lot about how swell everything is here. I have posted beautiful pictures to illustrate my point - and maybe to prove that I am not lying.

Friends and family back home keep asking, "do you still like it? is it everything you thought it would be? have the rose colored glasses come off yet?"

I can now honestly say that I never had them on.  At times I wish I had a pair. But that is not me. Never has been.  Never will be.
The remains of the stairs to the Malecon.

One of the reasons I came here was to get away from so many things back home.

To live my life.
To live my life.
To live my life!

There.  I have said it.  The cat is out of the bag.

No one is here to slap a piece of tape across my mouth. No one is here to call my husband on a Sunday morning and threaten him if he does not put a gag order on my comments. My comments.  My opinion. The ones that I was supposed to be entitled to as an American.

The sad part is that other people have so much control. The sadder part is that all that control was not real.  Oh it is real if you want to "be included".  It is real if you want to "fit in". Be told - who to like, what to say, where to go, when to be there.

Do not get me wrong.  We are not perfect.  However a person can only take so much pressure before the world turns at a different speed.  Life looks and feels gray.  It gets easier and easier to become someone you are not.

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.

Yes we have alienated some friends back in the U.S.   Not intentionally.  It is just what happens.  If you are planning to move to a foreign country, be prepared.  Not everyone is going to understand your reasons.  Not everyone is going to be supportive.  Some people are going to forget about you (almost) completely.  But not everyone. That is the good part.  Your true friends will love and support you from afar.  No matter how far.  Those same friends will be there for you if things go all 6's and 7's and you have to abandon your dream, and move back home.

I hope that never happens, but if it does, I know who I can count on.  "They're coming in the morning with the truck to take me home."   In the meantime, maybe some fences can be mended.  I hope so.
Water Pump, Junk and Stuff

Speaking of mending and going all 6's and 7's...things go wrong sometimes - even in paradise.

There are good days and bad.

We have met a lot of people here in Crucita.  Some have become good friends.  Some are acquaintances with the potential of becoming good friends. Some at least know who we are, and now smile and say hello (along with a few other things in Spanish) when we see them.

We feel pretty good about all this.  It does take a bit of work.

For one thing, we are often lost in translation.  When someone says something to me and I have no idea what it was, I do my best to memorize the phrase and look it up as soon as I get home.  Then I make sure I write it down and use that phrase in the future.

Hey it works. As long as you can remember the phrase by the time you get home.

Our Spanish is getting good, but let's face it, we have a lot to learn.  The slang is killing me.  The accents from one town to the next is another nightmare.

A word of warning.  Be very sure what you are saying before you say it.  One misplaced word and you could find that you have just insulted one of your neighbors.

I think we have recently done just that.  We do not know exactly what we said or did but it is obvious that two of our neighbors, Eduardo and Flores, are not very happy with us right now.

We know when it happened.


We know it had something to do with either a fishing net or an invitation to dinner. Since they do not speak English, and our Spanish is not good enough yet, we have not been able to reconstruct the conversations in our heads to figure out what went wrong.

Something is not right here.
Luckily we have had problems with our water pump for a couple of weeks.  Luckily?  Yes.

Most houses have cisterns.  These are tanks that hold water to be used for the house.  Some cisterns are above ground, some cisterns are below ground.

The cisterns above ground are filled by a water truck that makes deliveries during the week.  The cisterns underground are filled through a city water system automatically.

The water is technically potable.  Where the problems come into play is the delivery system of the water.  Basically the underground pipes.  Crucita has been working (at least since we got here) to replace the underground water pipes and the above ground electrical system. All this work has caused a few days without water.  A few days without electricity.  But it is no different than back home.  Maintenance has to be done.  We have learned to handle the inconveniences.  We both have camping skills.  Not to mention a few hurricane experiences.

Anyway.  Back to the water pump.

One of our neighbors, Fernando, happens to be a musician AND a plumber.  Another bonus is that he Ecuadorian and speaks English. Because he is a musician, Fernando and my husband have already become friends.

Fernando is also going to be fixing our water pump on Monday.

This came about with a lot of negotiation between us, our friend Tamy (who is also the property manager), the landlord (who speaks no English), Fernando, and three previous attempts (by our landlord) to fix our water pump without success.

The landlord agreed to let Fernando fix the problem and let us deduct the cost from our rent.

It occurred to us last night that Fernando might be able to help us resolve the faux-pas that we created with our other neighbor, Eduardo.  Since Fernando is Ecuadorian and speaks English, we are going to ask him to go with Jason to meet with our neighbor to translate the conversations. I think it is best if the men handle this.

Cat identity disguised to protect the intelligent.
I hate to sound like a traitor to women, but I would hate more to disrespect traditions and customs.

We are in Ecuador.  Men are the head of the household.  Women are respected but their contributions to the family are different.

I am trying to do a lot of balancing lately. It seems a bit contradictory at times.  But I am doing it all with my eyes wide open and no rose colored glasses.

"I've finally decided my future lies, beyond the Yellow Brick Road."

The "CAT" says that if you buy a U.S. VPN for your laptop, you can access Pandora. Not to mention your bank accounts, IRS, etc.that are blocked by the servers.  It only costs about $40/year for the VPN.   Perfectly legal. 

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Saturday, February 27, 2016

Carnival Part Two - Not the Carnival Anyone Expected

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What says fiesta better than fantastic fireworks every night?
What exactly is Carnival?  Well, in Ecuador it is celebrated in February or March during the week before Lent.  Lent is forty days of pentinence and abstenation leading up to Christ's crucifixion.  It is a time to suffer as Jesus did.  So what do we do before that?  Well, we celebrate.  It is done all over the world in all different cultures in all different ways.  New Orleans in the USA, Venice in Italy, Rio de Janerio in Brazil, Quebec in Canada, Colongne in Germany, Nice in France, Panaji in India, and the list goes on.

Are we compensating ourselves for the abstinence practiced during Lent?  Maybe.  Maybe we are celebrating our belief in Lent and Christ.  It is not for me to say.  I suppose it is a matter of personal choice.  So, we celebrate and in Ecuador we do it very, very well.

Both Malecon and la playa are filled to capacity by revelers.
So which is it?  Carnival?  That's what I see on many websites and blogs about Ecuador.  Carnivale as it is in Brazil and as I see on other sites?  Carnaval as it says on the spray foam cans and other paraphernalia sold here?  Just like many other words and phrases used in Ecuador it probably depends greatly from which province you hail.  Does it really matter? Not really. Everyone knows exactly what you mean.  We may not all spell it the same way but regardless, it means only one thing.  Fiesta!

The Malecon is gearing up.  This is just side street parking.
I am sure part one of this two part article was not what you expected.  Part two may not be either.  It was not what I expected.  Expect the unexpected right?  It is true.  I was excited for Carnival.  There was a lot of anticipation. What were we going to see?  How loco would it get?  Well, it was loco in a way. Just not they way I expected.  We took a lot of pictures.  Well, my wife took a lot of pictures.  I took some.  OK, a few.  I will bet if you try, you can tell the difference.

She has the "eye" as I believe the industry calls it.  I'll say talent.  No kick butt camera.  Just a cheap phone.  Really cheap.  She's good.

Our first ever Cumbia concert.  Reggae with a Latino back beat.
We got rain.  Rain every day.  You might think we should have expected this.  We live in Ecuador after all and it is the rainy season.  You might be right if you were talking about some place twenty or thirty kilometers inland but not Crucita.  In Crucita this sort of rain doesn't generally happen. You see, Crucita has a desert climate.  February boasts the lowest rainfall average of the year at less than five total millimeters.

Rain, rain, go away.  Come again next week!
                                                        Four days of the month you might see rain and then only very little each of those four days. Really, each night.  Okay, early morning, say 03:00.  We have cloudy days.  It rains almost every day thirty kilometers inland but here you will not even know it happened.  Not unless you were sitting out on your terrace watching the moon set over the Pacific early in the morning. There will be no puddles.  There will be no washouts.  You will not know it rained at all.

Except-

There is this weather "event" called El Nino.  It is in full effect.  For the second time since we arrived here it rained four days straight.  It rained all day.  It rained all night.  Maybe a break where there was only mist.  Just like Forrest Gump in Vietnam said, "We been through every kind of rain there is.  Little bitty stinging rain and big old fat rain, rain that flew in sideways and sometimes, the rain even seemed to come straight up from underneath."  At one point my wife looked at me and said, "I gonna lean up against you, you just lean right back against me. This way we don't have to sleep with our heads in the mud."  She was mostly joking.

Beer and cocktails for sale on the street.
The rain started on Friday and it rained every day of the Carnival holiday.  Tuesday it began clearing up. That is the travel day.  The day when everyone leaves.  Add to that the ultra high tides (normal for this year) and what you have is one whole hell of a lot of wet.  On the north end of Crucita there was major damage.  The Malecon is right on the beach and the tide took it.  It is as well protected as the central or south ends but the tides took some boulders, then some road, then a building or two.  Man could not stop it though they tried mightily.  Water always wins.  It is the truth and it is a truth best not forgotten.  Still, no one was hurt or killed. That is a pretty amazing thing.  I don't mean because someone should have been with the damage from the surf.  I mean that I think there there were probably twenty-five thousand people here. These people were all drinking, partying on the beach, and attending open air beachfront concerts in the rain, every day and night for four days.  That, plus the damage and no one was killed or severely injured.  None reported anyway.  Not that I can find.

I know there were minor injuries because I saw some happen.  I saw a few fights.  They would last for about 10 seconds.  Then came the policia.  Lots of them.  On motorcycles, on four wheelers, in trucks and cars, and on foot.  There were at least four officers stationed at every street accessing the Malecon.  If you were being malicious, you were being busted.  Not jail necessarily.  Corralled, given a stern talking to and sent on your way.  I never saw anyone get arrested.  I never saw any reason why they should.  That is not to say no one actually got arrested.  Just that there certainly were not many.

Street performers doing their thing and doing it well.
The festival was on, day and night, rain or shine.  Street vendors with so many great things to eat, so many hand made wares. Even tattoo artists.  Street performers were about.  Beer was available on the street, on the beach, and at the concert venue.  Walking and enjoying a beer or cocktail was no issue.  Water blasters and super soakers, spray foam, and colored powder were also available.  Lots of them, everywhere.  You had to have them.

Well, we had foam. I think the water guns were moot this year due to Mother Nature's contribution.

Lalo's.  The best hot dog I ever ate, hands down.
You could get hit at any time from any direction.  Tamera got foamed by a three year old.  I got foamed in the ear and never saw my attacker.  Water was sprayed from the balconies.  Even water balloons were thrown. Had the sun been out it would have been welcome.  Since it was raining it was largely unnoticed. There was actually a point when taking shelter from a particularly drenching rain shower that a woman looked at me and said "frio!" or cold!

She said this with her arms wrapped about her and while shivering.  I was thinking it felt great.  It was probably 27 C (around 80 F).  With the ocean breeze it felt like 22 C (around 70 F).  Nice, unless you are a local.

Espuma de Carnival.  Required gear!
The powder was something else.  A few of our local friends said it was a new thing.  I guess it is usually water and then bags of flour.  This year it was red, blue, or black powder.  I think black was the most popular color.  We were never hit.  It seemed to be something the teenagers were doing to each other.  Since we were not hit by the colored powder I cannot say how easy it was to clean.

The foam was surprisingly environmentally friendly, clean and fun.  It stained nothing, had no aroma, and seemed to actually have some lotion in it.  Just rub it into your skin,  Hit back of course!

Carnival ammunition could be bought day and night all along the Malecon, at the concerts, and from any street vendor.  Ecuador might have a law in place that says business owners have to sell the stuff.  It was always used in good fun.

We went out day and night.  We ate the street food, we drank a few cocktails or beers, we attended concerts.  We even got front row at one show.  The musical styles varied but all were good.  Our friends Jared and Tamy invited us to a small private party for the main event concert.  Tamera bought a beautiful Ecuadorian style dress during Carnival for the party.  Wilfrido Vargas, famous Merengue singer was the headliner.  The amazing show kicked off at midnight, right after a beautiful fireworks spectacular that lasted at least a half an hour.  I should have mentioned, there were fireworks every night at midnight.

From left to right, Jared, Willie, Tamy, Tamera.  Merengue!
Yes, it was even raining for this.  We were glad for the invitation to the party as it was on the rooftop of the condominium next to the venue.  We had a great view of the stage.  We also had a great view of the ocean and the Malecon.  As I said before, the concert was beach front. Since we had learned how to dance the Merengue from YouTube videos, we danced.  We weren't the only ones. Picture thousands of people dancing Salsa or Merengue at the same time.  Beautiful.


We met new friends and yes, had a few cocktails.  I ate Lalo's.  The Ecuadorian hot dog.  The ONLY hot dog.  We really just had a whole lot of fun.


The woman I love.  So happy!
After the show was over, it was time to walk home.  I don't mind telling you I was tired and hungry.   Tamy suggested we stop for one last cocktail and some food on our walk home.  We stopped at Rimini, the local Tiki Bar and restaurant. A blog about Rimini and their food is forthcoming but I will say they know how to cook fish and make some really great cocktails. We had a mixta of fried fish and shrimp and it was delicious.  

We even ran into our friend David and his wife Denise, the owners of Restaurante Motumbo there.  They were taking in some well deserved R&R.  Shop and restaurant owners are open from early morning until 03:00 during Carnival.  That leaves them only a few hours of sleep and prep time for the following day.  If we thought we were tired just think of the one to two hours of sleep these people are getting.  I believe some of them forgo sleep altogether, at least for awhile.  They need to cut loose a bit too.  They should.  A lot of hard work goes into this celebration.

A partial view of the concert crowd from our rooftop vantage point.

So we got home from the concert at about 04:00 on Tuesday.  When we woke up there was sunshine.  The Malecon was not empty.  There were still street vendors and the like.  People were on the beach.  Just not thousands.  Closer to a normal day by about half.  I ate Lalo's. Yes, again!  Available in Portoviejo every day.  Tamera bought fresh vegetables from a local street vendor. Crews were almost done with the final clean up rounds which were constant during Carnival and I mean constant.

Men and women in white jump suits with dust masks walking behind a garbage truck.  The went up and down the Malecon day and night while the workers emptied every trash container and picked up every little piece of trash from the street and beach.  We found the damage to the north end of the Malecon.

Tamy and Jared.  Artist and Musician.  Husband and Wife.  Great friends.
We have since learned from shop and restaurant owners there should have been more people.  That the rain took its toll in more ways than one.  Next year perhaps we will see the full effect of Carnival in the sun.  More people, more fun.  For now, we will rest ourselves.  Enjoy the peace, quiet, and tranquility that is Crucita. What will we do when we are rested? What then?  Well, then we travel someplace we have never been before.  Chao!

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Monday, February 15, 2016

Carnival Part One - The Key to any Successful Endeavor is Preparation

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New signage set in the sidewalks.
Well, it has been quite awhile since the last post, welcome posts to new readers from around the world notwithstanding. Needless to say we have been busy.  Busy buying our supplies and making sure we did not run out of anything.  Busy making new friends while exploring and enjoying Carnival.  It was our first ever Carnival celebration and like Ano Nuevos, there are a lot of people coming into our small parish.

Unlike Ano Nuevos there does not seem to be a whole lot of tradition involved.  There is a whole lot of preparation involved though. I know everyone always wants the juicy stuff first but it would be very unfair to forget or gloss over the things Ecuador does to make Carnival possible.

One month prior to Carnival kick off, my wife and I were enjoying a bowl of ceviche on the Malecon.  Pretty normal stuff really.  Then we notice an entourage coming down the street.



You know, the "suits" just as seen all over the world.  You do not see that a lot in Crucita and they might as well have had "POLITICIAN" written on there foreheads. They scurried about taking photographs, scribbling notes in their notebooks, talking loudly and importantly on their cell phones.  All except one.  He was clearly in charge.  His entourage obviously.  The one hombre pointing and telling everyone else what to take photographs of, what to scribble in their notebooks, who to speak with on their cellphones.

Curbs and storm grates are painted.
"That," says the proprietor of Restaurante Motumbo "is the Mayor of Portoviejo."  As he says it the entourage is passing in front of us, snapping pictures of a portion of missing sidewalk claimed by the Pacific.  The Mayor looks up and waves at us. We wave back of course.  "He is here to make sure Crucita is ready for Carnival.  To fix things."

Seems fitting.  For one thing this time of year, December through March (summer), brings the highest tides.  The tides get so high the sea covers the Malecon.  Business owners on the strip clean up the sand and debris every morning but the Pacific does more damage.

Sections of road and sidewalk can disappear overnight.  Large boulders, protecting the Malecon roll out to sea.  The surf is so big it sounds like thunder throughout the night.  Fisherman move their boats across the roads and tie them to buildings to keep them safe.

Paint is naturally sandblasted away.  The salt spray devours metal.The Mayor has his hands full.


A section of road and sidewalk the Pacific ate is repaired.
The next day, work crews start rolling in, CNEL is the power provider here and they do not mess around.  New lines and light poles start going up and their trucks are everywhere.  The Government workers are painting curbs, storm drains, and light poles.  There are also hundreds of volunteers.  Businesses are painting, cleaning up sand, and getting ready in general.  This is a daily occurrence but now their efforts are redoubled.


Over the next few weeks the police presence escalates.  Fire and rescue too.  Life guards are training on the beach.  Medical tents are erected.  Safety is clearly the priority.

A new look for a beachfront nightclub.  Karaoke here! 
Delivery trucks are everywhere.  The tiendas ensuring they have plenty of stock.  Front end loaders run through the streets moving shipped in materials about for repairs.  They also go down every side street, leveling and clearing them.  Any lingering trash or construction debris is removed.

On the north end of the beach a huge stage is erected along with high definition video boards and light shows.  Concerts will be held nightly.

Stage gear.  Could it be?  Yes!  Concert time!
It is becoming obvious this holiday is much bigger than Ano Nuevos.  It is also obvious that Portoviejo knows what they are doing when readying the Parish of Crucita. It seems undeniable that Crucita is the Carnival city of choice for all other parishes of Portoviejo.  The people here know it and they are ready.  The houses are filling up.  The hotels are filling up.  The restaurants, the Malecon, la playa, the bars; all filling up.  The revelers are streaming in.  The music is booming. Four days of Carnival in a place where the bars don't close until 03:00, allegedly.



We are finally here.  The workers have stopped.  It is Friday night and the time has come,  Time to find out what Carnival has in store for us.  Chao!

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