Beer-Thirty

July 29, 2011

Our friend Jorge owns the nearby tienda that Todd and I frequent (“Bandito George”).  We have become quite fond of Jorge over the years, and he has been a good friend to us too, along with his oldest son, Teo.  Jorge is a hustler, and he works hard. In the last year, he has also opened up a cabana on the playa (we call it “Jorge’s on the Beach”) where he does a booming business during season selling snacks, renting beach awnings, and offering fresh coconuts trimmed, punctured and “strawed” for the juice; he will then carve and bag the coconut meat when customers are finished with their drink. 

Lorenzo & Jorge

We often go there to share a nice frosty beer or two at noon time (and when Jorge’s at the Beach is closed, we park ourselves outside his street-side tienda).

It’s kind of become pleasant routine after our morning work is finished; it’s a time for Todd and I to go over our plans/agenda for the rest of the day.  Typically, a few other local Ecuadorian neighbors are hanging around too. Often Jorge’s 8-year old outgoing granddaughter Mallory is around. She is smart as a whip, has a great desire to learn Ingles, keeps a notebook to write her new words in, and so she and I practice simple words together when we can.

When my brother Jack is in town, he has embraced our noon ritual and mentioned in a recent email that he missed having beers at Jorge’s. One local that often lingers around Jorge’s is “Lorenzo” (very friendly, but of dubious gender – and I don’t mean this meanly. To further confuse the matter, Lorenzo has a similar sibling – we think a twin – and it’s easy to confuse the two). Todd and Jack and I usually sit around telling funny stories and laughing a lot during beer-thirty, and Lorenzo always enjoys these conversations, though he doesn’t speak a lick of English.

Occasionally he pipes up with a comment, though we don’t understand him any better than he understands our chats. He’s taken a shine to all of us, but especially my brother, and every time Jack would laugh, Lorenzo would heartily laugh along, which sent us all into further fits of giggles, Lorenzo included. Fond memories and fun times.

A couple of nights ago, Todd and I bought a bottle of rum from Jorge. When we later opened it, we noticed that the lid wasn’t sealed as usual. As we were pouring ourselves a couple of drinks, we also realized it smelled nothing like rum, but more like “cana” (the cheap sugar-cane based liquor popular here, but given the concern over the tainted and deadly alcohol incident in the Los Rios province lately, we weren’t taking any chances and tossed our drinks down the sink). We returned the tampered rum bottle to Jorge the next day, who graciously replaced it with an unadulterated bottle of new rum.

The most interesting thing was that he then proceeded to put our opened and quarter emptier bottle back on the shelf…I don’t suppose it’s likely he has any type of “return authorization” policy with his vendors, and more than likely he will re-sell it again to some less picky local at a discount. I might add that I’ve noticed in the past a few stores around here with bottles of alcohol, or cola, or water that seem “less than full” on shelves or in fridges,  and I generally scrutinize before purchase, but that night we were in a hurry to get to a party.

We’ve been quite the social butterflies lately and it seems like every other night one of our friends is giving a dinner or a party or inviting us over for cocktails. It’s been fun, but frankly I’m getting sorta worn out…. Part of getting older, I guess.

A little over a month ago, Todd and I went to the 4^th Anniversary of the Montanita Spanish School and a birthday tribute/memorial to Warwick (“Waz”) White, founder of the school.  Waz (a New Zealander) died almost a year ago in tragic accident in an eastern European country shortly after participating and placing (winning?) with an Ecuadorian team in a triathlon type competition. Waz was a great guy, a friend of ours, much respected around here, and one who is still dearly missed by many.

His sister Jacqui has since moved here to over-see his affairs, along with her three adolescent/young adult kids. She’s a great gal too, works hard, and has become a friend of ours as well.

Jacqui & Todd

We’ve also had more of an opportunity to spend with Ladd & Marilyn (and Dallas, Ladd’s mom) from New York State during their month stay in nearby Curia.  Such fun people! They’ve been looking for Ecuador property and aside from their time here, they also explored Quito and Cuenca and surrounding areas.  While they were on the coast, they took a number of side trips and we believe their hearts have been captured by the Bahia/Crucita area (about 6 hours north of us) and we’re happy to think they will eventually migrate to Ecuador. They left yesterday morning for a few more days of exploration in the Banos region before heading back to the States.

On their last night here, they invited us to their Curia place for cocktails and dinner, and we had a wonderful time with them. We had a chance to see a number of pics that Ladd has taken (a talented photographer and author of a fledgling and promising blog called “Next Stop Ecuador”).

One thing I forgot to mention in my last post about them – they very thoughtfully brought us a few things we’ve been craving, I suppose from reading this blog, since we didn’t specifically solicit these items, but I very nearly fell at their feet when they presented these to us (see pic below).

I feel safe to say that all of us expats living here regularly, unashamedly, and perhaps promiscuously send wish lists to all of our friends and visitors coming to visit, but L&M unexpectedly brought these goodies, and we are ever so grateful.  How they managed to get the Jimmy Dean sausage down here in good shape, I still can’t figure out, but I have died and gone to heaven now.

A couple of nights ago, Todd and I attended a baby shower for TJ and Whitney of Casa del Sol, who are expecting a baby boy next month. Their/our friends are a little bit younger bunch than us, but probably the crowd we count as our closest friends. All have been here as long as or longer than us, trying to make a living – not retired – and just a great group of amigos; a nice mix of expats and locals. Hell, most of them are the same age as my kids (in the early to late thirties age bracket) and more of them are enticing their parents (our age) to join them living here too, so it’s become more and more like a “family” group of comrades. The “kids” party late while us older folks eventually tiptoe off to bed or a quiet game of cards by 11:00 PM. (A big shout out to Judy – if you are reading this. She is our young friend Leslie’s mom, who is temporarily back in States. Hurry back).

Tonight we attended the 10^th birthday party of Polette (“Paulett”/Paula), daughter of Susana (the “esposa” of our long time, four year friend German Mike).  We are particularly fond of Polette, especially since we lived next door to them for nearly 5 months in a rented apartment during the Dec-Mar busy season last year while our beach house was booked with vacationers). During that time, I taught Polette a game my siblings and I used to play growing up, called “Gotcha”….This is a version of “tag, you’re it”, but instead of punching someone on the arm, you stick your tongue out at them…The idea being that you don’t want to be the last one to see a tongue stuck out at you last, or you are “it”.

My siblings and I were great at doing this at the dinner table, which would alternately either annoy or amuse our parents, and we came up with some very surreptitious techniques to “get” each other at mealtimes.  Even now, as middle aged folks, we still do this when we are together, and I taught it to Polette, who always plays it with me now.  She in turn shared it with some of her young friends, and the birthday party tonight (which is very big deal here with lots of food, games, decorations, music and 10-yr old kids dancing) did kind of evolve into a “gotcha” marathon.

SO, FOR MY SIBLINGS AND MY KIDS AND OTHER FRIENDS WHO KNOW THIS GAME:

I am signing off with this picture:

GOTCHA!

This and That

July 20, 2011

Having mojitos on "Bar Alley"
last week at "Mariana's"
one of our favorites

Forget the sorta political “coup” of President Correa last fall; forget the tsunami scare after the Japanese earthquake; forget that the power has a tendency to go off at the most inconvenient times, and internet connection can be incredibly slow with the thumb drive device we use at home – a REAL crisis has developed now…A 72 hour ban on alcohol sales was implemented country-wide in Ecuador this week because some home-made/small brewery methanol tainted hooch has killed around 24 people so far (mostly in the Los Rios province).

Close to Montanita
Cocktail Alley -- some
food being served.
(Fish casserole)

Not that that has actually stopped liquor being sold around here. Yes, most of the sugar cane based liquor has been pulled from the shelves, and it certainly has put a damper on the on-going party in Montanita, especially in the on-premise drinking locations (restaurants and bars). “Bar Alley”/”Cocktail Lane” is shut down until Friday.  We have been able to buy liquor “to go” (though we have to discreetly purchase and hide in plastic fundas/bags for now). And we’ve had no problem purchasing beer (to go).

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The other developing crisis is that my hairbrush (cepillo para el cabello) broke today (handle broke from the brush part). I scoured all the Montanita stores (tiendas) esta noche to replace, without success and have a sneaking suspicion that I will have to head to Libertad to replace.

One enterprising back-packer
brought along his own blender.

One of the greatest things about living in Olon/Montanita area is the opportunity we have to meet so many interesting, adventurous, international and local people.  Generally most visitors are here on vacation, or to look at property, and – the younger crowd, in particular – are just “traveling around South America”. The backpackers that come through here are some of my favorite folks to chat with (however briefly) as they pass this way.  Meeting new people is never uninteresting for me.

Recently we’ve had the pleasure of meeting a number of visiting gringos.

Bill and Colleen Baker from B.C. were here a couple of weeks ago and the four of us headed to Ayangue (“Lobster Village”) for a little sight-seeing and lunch one day. It was fun being “tourists” ourselves for a change.

Ladd and Marilyn (from New York) along with Ladd’s mom Dallas are here for a month, staying in Curia at the home of one of our friends (who lives in Iowa). Like the Bakers, they are here looking for property. We had dinner with them a few nights ago, and are looking forward to getting together later this week for happy hour. Ladd and Marilyn recently started a new blog called “Next Stop Ecuador” and some of Ladd’s observations on the blog had me laughing out loud.

Another gal, Tami and her family from Alabama are spending time along the coast and she and her son spent a day in Montanita.  Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to meet up with her, but she and I had a fun chat on the phone. She works for a wine and craft beer wholesaler (I worked for Orange County Budweiser for ten years), so we had a lot in common, and know we would have had a great time over a couple of mojitos in Montanita. She also has just started an entertaining Ecuador-themed blog called “Tamster’s Travels”.

Todd, Bill and Colleen

Not the geatest pic
Ladd, Marilyn and the back of
Dallas's head.

 Additionally, we’ve been spending quite a bit of time this week with Karl Neumann, a Peruvian of German decent who lives in Florida. He has done his homework, and is in the process of buying several properties in Olon (one of them is a lot in our Jardines de Olon neighborhood, next to Randy and Fonda’s house). Interestingly, his great, great grandfather Antonio Neumane composed the current Ecuadorian National Anthem (“Salve, Oh Patrio”).  The song premiered in August of 1870 in Independence Square in Quito with Neumane as director.  Karl himself has written 40 books in Spanish regarding small business start ups, mainly published in Mexico.

Our dog Daisy has been moping around since the boys (my brother Jack and Doug) left.  She hangs around their house waiting for them to return. But she has perked up recently because a wild beach stallion keeps managing to get into our compound lately through a gate frequently left open during the day. The horse likes to graze on our lot next door, which sends Daisy into a tizzy and we’ve had to chase him out of here 3 times in the last couple of days. On the other hand, Todd and I are starting to consider just letting him graze there for a few hours each day – easier than mowing it.

Last week I was up at our nearby Oloncito Market (the local owners, Antonio and Patricia Zamora are friends of ours). I was hanging around there the other day, waiting for a chicken bus to come along.



Patti and Tony have been diligently trying to learn Ingles and we regularly practice our Espanol/Ingles skills together whenever I am shopping at their store.

Patti was perusing through an Ecuadorian version of a Pier 1 catalog. She kept pointing to pictures of windows in the magazine, asking questions and using words that were not familiar to me.  We were both getting kind of frustrated, and then the funniest thing happened – she started talking LOUDER at me. That’s the first time I’ve had that experience. After awhile, I finally figured out that she was asking my opinion about what kind of curtains/window treatments I liked best…

A picture recently taken by my
daughter Kacie along
a Los Angelos freeway.

Come Se Dice Revisited

July 8, 2011

A couple of days ago – for once – we had some forewarning of a scheduled power outage starting at 9AM.  I’m pretty sure these events are probably broadcast over the town’s loudspeakers, but after a year here, try as I might, I still have a hard time understanding any announcement (“Como Se Dice?").

Todd and I were prepping for guests arriving at two of our friends’ homes, and I scurried around early morning getting several loads of wash done that HAD to be done before the  guests arrived that day and the next.  Todd dashed about taking care of his chores…..And then – alas – the power never did go out that day or has since. But by, golly – we were READY this time.

Ecuadorian Rule of Thumb #1:

The power will go out only when you are completely unprepared and at the worst possible moment (i.e.; in the middle of a nice dinner party, or while eight loads of laundry waiting their turn on a short house turnaround, or during the middle of a “glued to your seat” DVD movie, etc). You get my drift.

Really, by now I thought my Spanish would be better.  And maybe it is, because lately our local friends have complimented Todd and I about our language improvements. Many here want to learn English as well, and at least along our area of the coast (Olon/Montanita), we are more often hearing English being spoken.

No doubt this is because our area of the Ecuador coast attracts an international crowd of young (and older) folks passing through.  I’m sure we would be much more fluent if we ever spent an hour a day or so doing “homework” together, but this inevitably ends in one of us stomping off in a huff, so we are learning by immersion.  Interestingly, Todd, who has never (“nunca”) taken a lesson in Spanish in his vida (“life”), comprehends the spoken word here better than I do now. To me (four years of A+ high school Spanish) they sound like they are talking with marbles in their mouths along the coast of Ecuador. Todd is an “auditory” learner, has no pre-conceived notions of the language, and is learning like a child would. I speak Spanish better (albeit generally still in present tense), but Todd has overcome most of his shyness about speaking in Spanish (I think this phase is fairly typical for anyone learning a new language) and is progressing by leaps and bounds. Especially, together, we do pretty good...He is our ears (“las orejas”) and I am our mouth (“la boca”).

A good recent example of the “slurred” Spanish spoken here: (STOP HERE IF YOU DO NOT HAVE SORT OF A SICK SENSE OF HUMOR):

Todd and I were up at Barb and Robert’s house in Curia working a couple of days ago. Their caretaker guardian Manuel and his wife Barbara were there too. Manuel and Todd were talking; I stepped outside for a moment, and entered back into the conversation a few minutes later. Evidently I missed a couple of crucial sentences. I thought they were talking about a “perro”/dog that Manuel enlisted/adopted to help guard the house….

Manuel emphasized that perro could not walk or “bark” –at least as well as I could understand…. And he wasn’t a very good eater either... I was thinking “well, what kind of guard dog is that”???

I interrupted the conversation to ask a few words of clarification, fortunately only asking “intelligent” questions and comments in the best of my Spanish like:

“And why doesn’t he walK?”

“The lack of “barking”/“speaking” ability could be a little bit of a problem”

“Oh, sooner or later, he will eat whatever you put in front of him”

...Etcetera....

Fortunately, Todd saved me in time (once he realized I was somewhat off track on the translation) when he pointed out that the conversation was not about a “perro” but “Pedro”, our friend in the recent car accident (and Manuel’s brother-in-law). Those two words “perro” and “Pedro” (thanks to the local marbles-in-mouth accent) can sound very similar here, and the discussion was about Pedro’s recent return home in Curia, though his recovery is likely to be slow, but a blessing nevertheless that he is able to be home now, with his family.

Kinda how I think my
Spanish must really sound  by now.

Dooglish

July 3, 2011

Okee-dokey…so this is Ecuador…A couple of examples lately:

• An electricity bill comes in showing a June 5 generation date, a due date of June 20 but not delivered from utility folks until June 30.
• Maybe it's just me, but there really truly is a “catching a bus” jinx along the Ruta here…..No matter which direction you want to go (North or South)….guaranteed – GUARANTEED – you will see one or two buses (or cheap taxi’s*) heading in your desired direction before you can sprint across the Olon soccer field (or get waylaid at the Montanita bus stop bakery) before you can catch it, and have to wait sometimes around 15 minutes for the next one. This is especially true if you are in a hurry, need to go to the bathroom, or are carrying a very heavy load.

Jack & Me -Sept 2007
After a wade in the ocean

My brother, Jack, who bought a home in Jardines de Olon (along with several other partners, and who introduced us to this area) was recently here for a couple of weeks, along with “Big Deck” Doug (married to Pam). He has been nicknamed “Big Deck” after a humorous night on their beach balcony, but also because one of the other partners is also named Doug, and we call him “Uncle Doug” to distinguish the two of them. Most of the locals around here refer to “Big Deck” as “Dooglish” (“Douglas”, and have much respect for him, as do we gringos).

Pam ("Precious") & Dooglish

"Uncle" Doug doesn’t come here often, is a very private person, and loves lots of gadgets, electronics, and boy toys, which he brings and leaves here on his infrequent visits….It doesn’t help that ANOTHER expat gringo named “Doug” lives up the road just north of us and Todd and I call him “Georgia" Doug ...When we first met our expat friend Sitara ("Go for a Ride?") and she mentioned that her boss (based in North America) was also named “Doug”,  I thought……”oh geez….we need another Doug around here like we need another “Doug”)….we are running out of “Doug” nicknames.



Rocky & Elizabeth

Also in this last week Rocky and Elizabeth arrived from South Carolina. Their house is the southernmost (of three) houses directly on the beach in the Jardines de Olon. Beth has a huge heart towards animals, is very actively involved in animal rescue and sterilization in her hometown, and deserves all credit for convincing us to adopt Daisy a year ago. For both Todd and me, Daisy has been such a joyful companion to have along this journey. As “luck” would have it, the Proteccion Animal Ecuador happened to schedule a visit here ($10 to sterilize a dog / $5 for a cat) one day in our park while she has been here. That’s pretty darn, darn cheap. Quality medicos from Quito were here to perform the procedures.

Interestingly, many locals were resistant to take advantage of this “cheap” opportunity to sterilize their animals. And not because of moral objections.

Daisy - June 2011
Thank the good Lord
 she has been spayed.

While $5-10 may not seem like much to many folks reading this, that is generally more than many locals can afford for their pets. So Beth took it upon herself to offer not only financial assistance that day, but also walked the town with a local friend – going door to door – handing out flyers.

This is about the second or third time each of the aforementioned family/friends/neighbors have made the trip here since December, and there are several funny stories about those trips that I will re-visit in later posts.

* An “official” taxi from Montanita taxi stand to Olon (or calling for a driver pick up from Olon to Montanita, in particularly at night) costs $1.50 door TO door.  On the other hand, we have discovered/learned that many “taxi’s” hailed along the road only cost the same as the 25 cent bus fee per person….It’s a little bit sketchy at first to figure out which are the cheap taxi’s, but generally the rule of thumb: the car is beat up looking, there are other people in it (being picked up along the Ruta highway along the way until everyone is crammed in) costs only 25 cents per person. I have never felt scared jumping into one of these alone (even at night and with only guys sharing the ride) Occasionally I suspect that one or two tires may be lacking tread and we are riding on the rims or the break pads are on the thin side. Fortunately most of these drivers go much slower than the maniac bus drivers.  And almost without exception, these drivers are kind and friendly.

Also an update on the accident victims mentioned a few posts back: all that survived are out of the hospital now, with the exception of Pedro from Curia. Pedro was one of our first local friends here four years ago, whom we met when he was driving a cab, and shared many a beer with us over the years, either at our place or his. He is still essentially in a coma, though making progress; however (as near as we can understand from his family, whom we also know, it sounds like he may be in a wheel-chair for the rest of his life, if he makes it that far). That is going to be a huge hardship on their family, as well as a couple of other families whose main caregiver died in that calamity. 
          

Pedro'syoungest (?)
daughter
May 2009

Labio

June 14, 2011

My last post contained a rather glaring typo I missed, which has since been corrected. The average daily wage of Ecuadorians is $10 per DAY (not per hour as originally posted).

For the last couple of months, I’ve been getting together with my local friend Elizabeth (a picture of her is in my last post from the Quimbita party – the gal in white shirt, sitting next to me with our arms around each other).  She wants to learn English, and I want to learn Spanish….neither one of us has ever been a teacher, and I think we confound each other more than learn after each lesson, but we have a lot of fun together during those times.  But for instance, she pointed out to me a few weeks ago how difficult it is for Spanish speakers to hear the difference between “eyes” and “ice” or “flowers” versus “floors”….And for us English speakers, the same could be said for hearing the difference between “dias” (days) and “diez” (the number ten).  And we certainly had a raucously bawdy. lewd chuckle when we were reviewing the names of body parts – the Spanish word for “lips” is “labio” and I pointed out with much gesturing how similar that word is to our English word for another (female) body part.

I am in high heaven right now because a new meat store has just opened up in Montanita (gringo proprietor Andrea is a friend of ours) and he offers great beef, pork, and chicken, – even spare ribs!!! The meat is good quality (coming from a Cuenca source) and if I have to single handedly spend $5 a day to help him stay in business….I’m on it. He is also beginning to include olives, cheeses and certain specialty sauces. It is right across from a great, rather new bakery (owners from either Argentina or Venezuela – I haven’t quite figured that out yet) that we patronize daily. Both are in great locations – right next to the Montanita bus stop on the corner.

  

New Montanita Bakery

Now a couple of recipes I want to post:

Pico de Gallo

• 6-8 chopped tomatoes (in the States, I used Roma tomatoes)
• 1 large chopped purple onion
• 1 bunch of finely chopped cilantro *
• 2-4 chopped fresh hot peppers (in the States, I used serrano peppers, but I have become a big fan of the Ecuadorian ají peppers. We have an ají bush in our yard. These little red peppers may look innocent, but they have a powerful bite, and I like all things picante).
• 1 finely minced clove of garlic
• Juice of one freshly squeezed lime
• 1 or 2 capfuls of cider vinegar

  

  Aji bush

  
• Salt to taste

Add more or less of any of these ingredients. I usually add more tomatoes here because they are dirt cheap (30-50 cents a pound).  The *cilantro here is not quite the same as in the States (more “feathery” rather than leafy, but it works okay).  For those who don't like cilantro, parsley works as a good substitute.

Those who have read my earlier posts, know I am not a big seafood fan (which is a shame, because it is so good here), but I have literally been living on bean and cooked rice burritos and this Pico de Gallo salsa (packaged flour tortillas easily found around localy in the last year or so - I always ightly warm them up in an oiled skillet first). The beans I like to use here are the Facundo brand of “menestra de frijol rojo” (red beans in sauce), because the sauce has a little kick to it, and I add a little cooked rice to it, plus a lot of butter (we Kansas people like our butter – forget that margarine shit), and mash it up a bit.  Sometimes I add some shredded chicken that we buy at our favorite roasted chicken place in Montanita ($4.00 for a quarter of chicken, plus rice and beans, and the ever present tasteless patacones, which even Daisy won’t eat).  And now that we have our new meat market, I’m all over the chorizos Andrea sells.

Our favorite EC KFC

Another recipe that Todd and I enjoy fixing (since all the ingredients are readily available here) is one we came across in one of our favorite books “A Trip to the Beach” by Melinda and Robert Blanchard (about a New England couple who moved to the Caribbean island of Anguilla to open a restaurant and their experience). It’s a great book, certainly one that inspired us (go buy it!), and also contains about 5 great recipes, but the one that we regularly make is the banana bread recipe below.

Caribbean Banana Bread

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Butter either one large or two small loaf pans and dust with flour.

C ream together:

• 1 and 1/3 cups of room temperature butter
• 2 cups white granulated sugar until light and fluffy.
• Beat 4 eggs into the butter mixture, one at a time, scraping the sides of the bowl after each addition.

On low speed, also blend in:

·         6 smashed ripe bananas

·          ¾ cup lemon juice (I use the bottled version).

 In a separate bowl, whisk together:

·         4 cups flour

·          2 teaspoons baking soda

·          2 teaspoons salt

Still on low speed, add the flour mixture and other mix until just blended. To avoid over mixing, do the final blending by hand with a rubber spatula.  Pour into the prepared pan and bake for about an hour.  A knife inserted in the middle of the loaf should come out clean when the bread is done.

Sometimes we add a little sprinkle of cinnamon/sugar on top.

It Takes A Village

June 11, 2011

 

Yesterday, I took the chicken bus to Libertad - not to my usual haunts like the modern El Paseo Mall, or the Super-Maxi….but to the shopping area around the Terminal Terrestre (bus stop). In this vicinity, there are probably 6 to 8 blocks chock full of little tiendas selling all types of wares. I was on a mission to find a substantial ream of heavy duty cloth to repair four beach chairs and heard there was a fabric store in the nearby “Buen Adventura” mall which is near the central plaza.  This is more like a 2 story bazaar crammed full of assorted stores, but – alas! - no fabric store. So I started wandering the maze of streets in search of a “tela” (fabric/material) tienda.   Though somewhat daunting to meander around this labyrinth of calles, (I was concerned I might not be able to find my way back to the bus station) I had a fun time exploring and did eventually stumble onto a fabric store and find what I needed.  The funniest thing is that I ran into several local Olon/Montanita people I know while on my adventure, which happens every time I go into Libertad.   Locals and gringos alike, we all seem to know, or know of each other. 

I ended up bumping into our friend Leila riding the same bus back home, so we sat with each other. Leila is a sweetheart and owns one of the most successful restaurants in Olon, next to our town park. It is one of our favorite places to eat because she always has great chicken, pork chops and chorizos.  When we first discovered it, we were calling it “the pork place by the park” (later cleverly coined “One Pork Place” by our friend Sitara) but everyone knows it as “Leila's".   The adjoining picture is of Leila cooking for her fans.

Chowing down at Leila's



Olmedo Quimbita

Last Saturday night we were invited to a wine and appetizer art showing at Hotel Quimbita in Olon.  Olmedo Quimbita lives here locally and is a renowned Ecuadorian artist. His artwork has been displayed and exhibited all over the world. Quimbita (as he is called) is a very modest and quiet man; his pictures are amazing and cost a pretty penny. We hope someday to have one of his pieces grace our home.

Now I have an update on the sad car accident that I mentioned in my last post, and affected many families and communities in our area.  All the neighboring towns and villages rallied to raise funds for these families. 

Once again, a summary, of the accident (and I am quoting from an initial email I received from Beth  of Casa del Sol):

“There were multiple fatalities and serious injuries following a road accident near Montanita this week. Elio Córdova, a shopkeeper and Dad of two, was killed, and Pedro Hermenegildo, a Dad of three, is in hospital on life support. Pedro Hermenegildo is the brother of Julio, a friend of mine and one of the staff members at Casa del Sol, the hotel where I live. One other person was killed and 11 injured when a garbage truck hit a cow and then ploughed into two vehicles on Monday night. Full details can be found in Spanish here.

Both families are in a desperate situation. Elio leaves behind a pregnant wife and two sons aged 12 and 14. Pedro’s three children are 5, 13 and 17. As well as the terrible emotional trauma, without their Dads’ income, the families are in a dire financial situation. Pedro went into a coma after the accident, his recovery is extremely uncertain and his hospital bills are mounting.
Seeing the difference in Julio (Pedro’s brother) since the accident really brought it home to me what it would be like to lose a family member, or have them in hospital with their life hanging in the balance. A friend and I have started a fundraising campaign to try to help both families. Without help they will struggle to pay their rent or buy food – never mind pay hospital bills or continuing care.
Looking at a humble wage (by western standards) of $10 USD per day, it would take the average Ecuadorian Dad a whole day to earn that amount - or a month to earn $300. Both families affected will have been living on this type of income. Therefore, to support both families for the next six months would cost $3600.

It's a huge target, but even if we can donate $100 to each family, that would be a big help. We could do that if a few kind people chip in a few dollars, the equivalent of one hour's wages perhaps?”

Beth

All paintings on this post courtesy of Quimbita

The folks at Casa del Sol set up a fund raising link (which for the life of me I’ve been unable to post successfully, but please see their website or their Facebook page) and were so successful that I just received this email from Beth: 

 

Dear all,

On behalf of two very grateful families in Montanita, and everyone at Casa del Sol, I am writing to say a huge thank you for your donation to our fundraising campaign.

Thanks to your generosity, we were able to give both families an initial installment of $500, nearly two month’s wages for each family, which is a brilliant achievement and will make a real difference to their lives.

There is good news from Julio’s family. His brother Pedro, who went into a coma following the accident, is recovering slowly. At one point the situation looked hopeless and the doctors considered turning his life support machine off, but then he suddenly opened his eyes and since then he has made slow but steady progress. His eyes are open all the time now, he is moving his arms and legs and has indicated that he understands what is being said to him. He is still being intubated but the doctors plan to remove the tube any day now and hope that he will then be able to talk. He is expected to be in hospital for two to three months and then continue his recuperation at home.

When we gave the $500 to Julio, he was speechless. After a moment of silence, he asked how we managed to raise that amount and I gave him a list of everyone’s names who had donated. He said that he didn’t have the words to express his gratitude and asked us to pass on a big thank you to each of you.

Visiting the family who had recently lost their Dad was hard. Marisela, the widow, was very grateful for what we had done and introduced us to her two teenage sons, who also thanked us. They all seemed shell-shocked and it was very sad. I think it was perhaps too soon for them to have thought much about how they are going to manage financially, but I’m sure that when they need to buy food or something for school, the funds we raised will make all a difference.

The fundraising efforts continue and we have plans for a second, smaller installment soon.

The accident and its aftermath have been a very sad experience but the amazing kindness of people such as you, the majority of whom have never met the people affected, has been truly wonderful. It’s not just the money that has made a difference to both families, but knowing that there are people from all over the world thinking of them in their time of need. Thank you again for your donation”

Beth, on behalf of Casa del Sol.

 

I think one of the most special blessings about living here is seeing how everyone pulls together during a tragedy such as this, and even more so is the camaraderie between the locals and gringos in our Olon/Montanita locale because our area (like many coastal areas around the world) has such an “international” population and we all learn from each other.

At the Quimbita art showing with some of our friends.