I just thought I'd share some of my pictures that I took when I was in Ecuador earlier this year.
This is one of my favorite pictures. Looking out over Cuenca, that beautiful city.
Such a typical site, the bright umbrellas covering one of the many stands where people could get a bite to eat.
Three things about this picture I would like to mention:
1. Notice the apron that the lady on the left is wearing. It is very commonly worn by ladies selling produce. The big pockets make it a handy place to keep their money, scissors, small scales if they are selling things by the pound/kilo, etc.
2. The boy eating an ice cream cone. Probably not with ice cream in it however. They were often served with something about the consistency of whipped cream, made from eggs, fruit juices and I think cream. Very tasty, and after being put in the cone, it would be dipped in shredded coconut.
3. The prices:
One bag of tomatoes-- one dollar
One bag of limes (left)-- one dollar
One pile of plantains (left)-- one dollar
One bag of purple onions-- one dollar
One pile of bananas (center)-- one dollar
What beautiful clouds I often saw over Cuenca. One of the many things I love about that place. So many lovely clouds.
One of the dear girls at the Children's home that we visited
Beautiful hand made pottery and baskets
Te Amo. I love you. A chocolate gift from my mother.
A traditional Ecuadorian blouse.
Ah, the memories, how bitter sweet.
The joy at having been there, and the pain that I am not now.
How I left that place so beautiful
How I left those dear lovely mountains I know not how.
I hear the noise of the buses I rode,
I see the women and their children, tourists and employees,
All of them on their way somewhere,
Where exactly they go and what they do God only sees.
That dear little child just out of school,
Dropping in her quarter, venti cinco centavos, goes to the back
Her little snack, called a salchi papa,
It's a bowl of french fries, with a little hotdog atop the stack
The sight makes me hungry for the same
How did I ever, ever leave that dear city called Cuenca
But not all of me came home
Part of my heart was left behind, in a city called Cuenca.