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Mom gone... Hanging in Quito a while longer.... taking spanish lessons with a woman here... mariana... very nice. learning tons of new words, and amazingly enough, how to conjugate verbs in a tense other than the present. wow... mind is reeling. people seem to appreciate it. what's better, they actually seem to understand what i'm saying a little better. jesse's soft top.. the one stolen in cali, still hasn't showed up yet. stuck in customs. raining here... what a hassle. Went to the market in Otavalo last saturday... little town north of Quito about 50 miles... .kind of a touristy thing to do.. but what the hey. got some great pics of disgusting pigs heads (as you can see)... and some rodents called 'puy' or 'cuy' that i think are essentially guinea pigs (which they eat here). In fact the whole damn thing that's really strange about the market is
the juxtaposition of food and pets. and not only what to me
would be a pet back home in the states. as in... this is something i
just gotta get used to seeing as food here. but like as in adjacent
vendors of food and pets--intended to be pets. honestly, you
just can't get the complete and total weirdness of it until you actually
see a gal holding a guinea pig by the neck to your right while
another gal cuddles a kitten at your left. all milling about... just
selling from a sack that they carry around with them all day.
honestly... god help you if you happen to be born a small furry thing
called a guinea pig as opposed to a small furry thing called a cat.
of course, the chickens, pigs and cows have all been screwed for a long
time. i guess they get standing top billing in the sympathy
column... anyway... strange world this one. wonder what guinea pig tastes like. ran into the italians (from the galapagos) while at the otavalo market... they were out on the same boat me and my mom were... they thought jesse was the shit, and the gals wanted to ride around all afternoon as we hit a nearby crater and made a pass at the mitad del mundo again...
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