Empanadas Laura

I confessed that I was indeed hungry. The rice that I had been planning to mix in with some leftover lentils and call lunch had burned. Ok, I burned it, it was me. But look what good came of it! My aunt Laura resolved to teach me how to make empanadas. "They are the easiest things to make. Even you can't mess 'em up!" she assured me, and it turns out I'm a natural!

Here's the recipie for all those, like Charlee, who want a little extra boiled oil and fried cheese in their diets:

Top of the Muffin to Ya!

My roommate Paige just came back from the bakery, which is where you go when you are hungry on a Sunday afternoon because there is nothing else open except for Panesa down the street or the Mall on the outskirts of town. And so I asked her to pick me up some Knees of Jesus, which are little buns with melted crumbly-ish cheese on top of the buns, so they look all burnt and bubbly and wrecked on the tops. Like the rodillas de Jesús? Yes. Yum! Paige complied because she's a sweety and the result was that I just had me a pair of Jesus Knees for a snack. But do you even know what else she came back with??!! Can you even imagine? Muffin Tops! Like in Seinfeld!! Here's a video for all you Seinfeld fanatics out there...Cathy, Dad, Karen...they really sell just the tops, the best part, of the muffins. Only in Ecuador. Because really, who likes the stumps?

for more information please reference the Seinfeld episode entitled "The Muffin Tops" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHtWEH0euh4 ...or visit me in Cuenca, Ecuador--home of the vanilla flavored muffin top!

Liz's Pictures from Colombia

Here is the link to my friend Liz's pictures of our trip to Colombia. I was there for two weeks, though only with Liz for the first five days =( before we had to say goodbye!! What a beautiful country, what beautiful people--so vibrant!...
---here's a link to see the entire album----Click here to view these pictures larger

Bus Hijacking

June 30th, 2009

So listen to my story of the recent hijacking—it´s soooo cultural. . .
Really it´s all my fault. I should have been all ready all packed to go the day before, so when i finished work i could have just gone straight to the bus terminal. But no. I would never do something as smart and organized as that. Instead what i would do would be get out of my last class, walk leisurely home, stopping to talk with rando's on the way and then proceed to invite three friends over to my house to say goodbye. That kiiiind of interfered with my packing time. (I was going to be gone from Cuenca for five little ole days to pick up my sister so maybe goodbye drinks were not in order. But maybe they were.) –So, i should have been on the bus by 6 at the latest, but instead caught the 8:15. NO big deal, right? But if i had been on the 6 i wouldn't have still been on the bus when 3 armed gunmen started shooting holes in the roof of our fun little bus and telling the driver to stay fucking calm and drive wherever the hell they told him to-- and nothing would happen. . .this all went down at 1030 and i was a measly half hour from my destination. Oh if i had just been on an earlier buuuus. . .i would have been safely at my friend Gaby´s house sleeping on her nice hard floor.
Anyway, back on our hijacked bus, our driver suffered a few blows but didn't die any excessively bloody death or anything, don´t worry. My friend Jon´s driver was stabbed to death back in October, so these guys were quite nice compared to other similar hijacking stories. Everyone’s got them—hijackings are very popular these days. Desperate times we live in. I´m still a big fan of public transportation, buuuut wish the driver's weren't so eager for the few extra cents that they earn by picking up just about anybody who happens to be wandering the streets at night. Anyone can flag down a bus and hop on. I´ve been thankful for a ride before, but so were our three hijackers, which i was not too thankful for. These dilemmas! Get someone to the root of the problem! “Ay ay ay.” That´s what the Spanish say... “Canta y no llores” (Or. Holy moley. Sing, don´t cry.) Or other times, “Queeeeee sera, sera.” (Whatever will be will be. . . .)
but I wasn´t feeling too understanding as they forced the driver to take the bus down this dirt road, into a nature reserve/national park/up a cliff/into the darker darkness of the night. When they stopped the bus they made us take off our shoes . they had already taken all the money and cell phones that they could bully out of us, but they called for our shoes just as i was trying to hide what I had left down my right boot! Money--$140--went in the bra, phones i stuffed into the seat cushions after the boot trick didn't work, and my ipod went down my pants. . . the money survived at least. . . We were pretty grossly strip searched as they herded us off the bus. Violated and robbed we were made to go lie down the road. The torturous part (Besides the fact that it was freezing freezing cold Andes highland wind cliff cold cold nighttime cold , and I was smartly wearing my crowded-sweaty-badly-

ventilated-bus attire) was that we couldn't even look at the stars. It was one of few cloudless nights up in the mountains and I even got an eyeful of the Milky Way in just the short stumble from the bus to the dirt. Then it was face down from then on. Spread eagle. I looked up a couple times without them noticing, but some others got kicked for that. Did i mention it was cold? That was all i could think about the entire time. The ground that we were hugging was like a refrigerator. They had the gall to spend who knows how long, 45 minutes, an hour going through every bag stuffed over the seats, every suitcase stored under the bus, and even every seat crevice for where I, along with some others, had tried to hid what remained of cell phones, jewelry, mp3 players and money. Some were luckier than I was. The guy who got his laptop and entire professional life taken from him was less lucky than me. At least the $140 in my bra somehow made it. And they left some of my packed underwear and socks, a few shirts and pants of mine lying on the side of the road.
Anyways, I never got to Alausi, or at least to the fiestas de San Pedro, where I was going to revel in bull fights and bull parades and see how they compared to the Saint Peter’s Fiesta in Gloucester and the greasy pole competition that we have back in my neck of the woods. Turns out I am thankful for New England traditions and that secure little car that I used to have. . .
I did make an attempt to get to Alausi, but after hours of waiting for someone to rescue us from high atop a cliff, and the police finally coming to get us, finding a new bus in a nearby town that could take us, and the remaining half hour of my ride. . i didn´t have the energy to walk the 20 minutes in the dark cold 330 am night without a phone in search of my friend´s house in this town where I was supposed to have landed 5 hours ago . So frowning and teary, i asked the woman at the lone gas/food establishment to use the phone to make a local call. But the lady—cruel—said the phone wasn't for my personal use. I tried to explain my situation, but, eh. No big deal to her. It happens here all the time so that´s when i really sobbed. I would have stayed there all night in the doorway with my bra full of money, but nowhere to use it if. . . a dude that i know from work didn´t magically appear!
Random!! But fantastically super coolio amazingly surprising just the rescue i needed! He got the driver of the night bus he was taking to the capital city of Quito to give me a lift. So i went to quito. For the next six hours i was sitting next to this crazy (but unarmed! Yay!) dude who talked for hours about how i should get a chip planted behind my ear so i never get hijacked or lost or anything again. And as a bonus, I’d be able to pay for groceries with the swipe of my face. It would be automatically deducted from my bank account! I´m human, i wanted to scream, but i just kind of clenched my eyes shut and tried to pretend I was dreaming. ON the upside, he had a good stash of Halls and Trident that he shared. He continued to talk for hours about life, dreams, and reggaeton music—his favorite. He woke me up maybe two or so hours later. He couldn´t sleep-- lucky me!!
Anyways, all in all I don´t recommend getting your bus hijacked. Although it really gives you a chance to bond with our fellow hijackees, and other random travelers, along the way. But really, it´s a real money and time sucker. That, and it's tiring. Take the express bus that doesn't stop to let robbers along for the ride. Or travel during the day. Unless you want a chance to put life in perspective, which i feel . . . well . .. i had never thought I was really going to die before. And now I have, so it served a purpose.
Don´t tell my sister, though! I didn´t think she would deal well with the ten hours bus ride back home if i told her. So she doesn´t know. We just talked about how crazy it was that the Hundureño president was kidnapped and taken to Costa Rica... That's not nice. Oh South America! . . .
Y qué más? What else. . .It´s a beautiful place otherwise. .

New Digs

I moved into a new apartment 5 days ago! It's a lovely little hole in the wall that i am proud to call my own. It's a bit expensive, lacking a bit of furniture, still a bit dusty, and a bit dark...but i love it just the same. Here are a few pictures...
After months of searching this place wasthe place fr a few reasons. First of all, the landlord is a friend of a friend, so i didn't have to give any money for a deposit and i didn't have to sign acontract for 6 months or anything like that. Which gives me the availavility to move out whenever i might need to. or want to. Secondly it was the cheapest deal with the most amount off furniture included. It came with a bed, fridge, and table and chairs included. that was much more than the emply caves i had been looking at. Apartments here don't come with stoves.
This weekend i had acouple people come over to know the apartment. I wanted to have some tea with hannah and lauren, but could only offer cold water. Improving on that a little bit for my Aunt Esthela, Marco y Lauri, Maria Fernanda y Valeria, y mi tio Bolivar I offered crystal light and cold water! Next house guests i have i might even offer them some chips and crystal light and cold water!

Birthday # 23

And I Pray

In honor of Viernes Santo (Holy Friday/Good Friday) guess what I did?! Learned some spanish Our Father’s and prayed with my grandmother. I was putting her to bed last night and she was telling me that I was a good girl. But then she paused and said, “But you don’t like to pray…” then looked to me for a response. And of course I didn’t want her to think I was a sinner, so I said, I don’t know how to pray…and quickly added, “In spanish.” Even though I don’t know how to pray, like for real, in English either. I think there are special words and poem things you are supposed to say. Or at least she uses that method. So She taught me how to make a cross with my fingers and cross myself and cross my forehead and mouth and heart. I said lots of words like Nuesto padre, pecadores, te ofrezco mi trabajo, mis palabras, mis obras. She was happier than a spring chicken after that little session!
I had fun too, but I hope this doesn’t turn into a new responsibility that I’ll have to study and practice and feel guilty for not doing…I’m already working on this language called spanish, and I don’t know if I can handle another called Catholocism…