4.29.2008

Wanted:

A delicious and easy Spaghetti Sauce and Meatball recipe.

The women in Ecuador are requesting that I teach them how to make Spaghetti Sauce and Meatballs before we leave. It all has to be from scratch, because they don't have Barilla or Ragu here. But I should be able to find all of the necessary ingredients and seasonings {unless it is Lowry's Season Salt or something like that}. I make Swedish Meatballs all the time at home, but I've never made Italian Meatballs. Can anyone help me? Please? Mom?


4.28.2008

Wawas.

Sure they don't wear underwear, smell like urine, have snotty noses, dirty hands, and you wonder if you are going to contract typhoid when you touch them. But sometimes, I just can't help but cuddle these babes. When everything in Ecuador seems like it is falling apart and I desperately want to go home, I just look at these little ones and all of my doubts go away. It is weird to think that they won't remember me, but once they were a part of my life.

This last photo was taken by Oliver, he is getting pretty good.



{Wawa is Quichua for baby. Quichua is the language that the indigenous speak.}


4.25.2008

Muchas Gracias.

We needed some extra money for a special project we wanted to create here in Ecuador, and so I called for backup. Just like any other time that I need help, I called my mother. Bethers enlisted her troops, the students of East Layton Elementary School {she is the principal}. They raised over $1300 and now we are using some of that money to host a Gala, in which we will raise more money. It looks as if it is going to be an extremely successful event and everyone is really excited.

Anyways, Mum...these pics are for you. All the children in the communities say "Gracias."






4.23.2008

Finally

...he got his fedora; he found the one.


4.22.2008

Manos.

This photo is much more colorful on my screen. Are anybody else's photos showing up really muted on blogger? Does anyone know how to fix it?


4.21.2008

Congratulations!

I would like to publicly congratulate my father, Big Mike, for successfully mastering the art of instant messaging.

I used to try and scare Big Mike every time he was on the internet by sending him random instant messages, he thought it was interesting but did not know how I was doing it. THEN, last week out of the blue BIG MIKE INITIATED a conversation with me via Gmail Chat - I honestly sat and stared at the screen for nearly 10 minutes because I could not believe what was happening. It was the proudest moment of my life {soooo serious right now}. I even emailed to tell Cat, she told me she had the exact same feeling when her mother sent her a text message for the first time. Anyways... tonight, HE DID IT AGAIN! We had another successful conversation {of course I had to explain what lol, brb, and ttyl means, but we are getting there} AND, the best part... at the very end he wrote "I LOVE YOU" in all caps, maybe his finger slipped and hit the caps lock button, but I am claiming that he meant to do it for emphasis. Good job Dad, I LOVE YOU too.

4.20.2008

Corrida de Toro.


Warning: If you have a hard time with animals getting hurt, a fondness for bovines, feel like eating anytime today, or you are an animal rights activist - this post is not for you. It is not as bad as the Jungle portion of Planet Earth where the big gorilla eats the other gorilla's face off, but there is blood and it is inflicted by humans. Also, this is the longest post of all time.

In honor of Riobamba's independence Day they hold a 3 day weekend of festivities. These festivites include: parades that last 8 hours, bull fights, rodeos, concerts, art exhibits, and a lot of drinking {they hand out free alcohol on the street to anyone over the age of 5}. The festivities started yesterday and they continue on through Monday. Yesterday was the annual Corrida de Toros {bull fight} in Riobamba. Oliver and I had planned on attending this event the entire we have been in Ecuador {although, I have to admit that I had been trying to talk Oliver into going to the Amazon with our 3 day weekend instead of staying in Riobamba}, but we could have never planned on how unbelievable it was.


Upon arrival we were shuffled into a line where they tried to hand us free boxes of wine, cerveza, etc. We politely declined, they looked at us like we were insane, and then they lead us into the arena. Apparently we got in the correct line because they told us to go sit on the front row {we definitely did not pay for front row seats}, we tried to explain that we were supposed to sit in the middle section, but the guy just told us to sit on the front row...so we did as we were told. Only the wealthy people in Ecuador attend the bull fights, because the lower and middle class can not afford it {the tickets are $5-$20}. Once entering the arena, I did not feel like I was in Riobamba anymore, all of the people looked more Spanish than Ecuadorian and they were carrying expensive handbags, wearing fur coats, wide brimmed leather hats, and smoking pipes. Needless to say, Oliver and I stuck out like sore thumbs in our performance fleece and running shoes.


While enjoying the front row, a family came and asked if they could sit by us. They had two daughters, Sophie {11} and Pamela {7}, and were extremely nice. The little girls are soooo excited about the bull fights, they sit right next to me and tell me everything there is to know. They are intrigued by my camera, I was intrigued by their Sunflower Seeds, I let them take a couple of pictures, they shared their Sunflower Seeds; everyone is happy. Then all of a sudden the band starts playing, people started cheering and shouting "Viva Riobamba," and it all began.


The Toreros and Matadores prance out into the ring, wearing tights and smuggling plums. There are 3 Matadors and roughly 8 Toreros {Toreros are essentially Rodeo Clowns, they assist the Matadores}. Each Matador gets 2 fights with a bull, equaling 6 fights in one night. After the men in tights parade around for a couple of minutes, they let the first bull out.


The bull has a flower and some ribbons stuck in his back with what looks like a large thumb tack, he is bleeding. He is not too excited to see the Toreros/Matadores, and he starts charging immediately. The Torreros guide the bull around the ring with their magenta and yellow capes, and then usually the Matador does tricks with the bull {he kneels on the ground while the bull comes at him}. The Matador shows off a bit more, then guides the bull into the center of the ring with his Pink Capote {cape}, to prove that he can dominate the bull. After the Matador gets a feel for the bull and his energy, he cues the Picadores.



Two Picadores come out on the most massive horses I have ever seen {seriously, take 17 Clydesdales mutate them together and you have one of these bad boys}. The bull hates the Picadores and immediately starts raming the horse {this bothers me, I hate watching a horses get hurt}. Picador starts jabbing the bull in the back with a lance and wiggles it around. The bull backs up and calms down a bit, while gushing blood. Picadores are not allowed to enter the center of the ring.



Then, the Matador takes the bull into the center of the ring and tests the bulls energy. If the bull is not tired or hurt enough, he gets jabbed again by the Picador with the lance.


If one jabbing is enough, they bring out the Bandilleras {colored stick things}. The Toreros are the ones that put the two Bandilleras into the back of the bull, and it is quite something. They raise their arms above their heads, rise up on to their tip toes, start yelling at the bull, pike jump into the air, charge the bull, stab him in the back with the two Bandilleras, and then run like Hell.



And then, they do it again.


Once both sets of Bandilleras have been stabbed into the back of the bull, the Matador comes out into the center of the ring with his red cape.


He acts all dramatic for a while, and then starts talking to the bull. He guides the bull into the center of the ring and that is when the
typical bull fight begins.

The Matador and the bull have at it for a while. The Matador has to wait until the bull is very tired and has his head down. Once the bull starts lowering his head the Matador stabs him in the back of the neck with a sword {it is the only place that you can stab him, because you have to get his lungs}.

...and then he dies...

This happened 6 times last night. There is such a culture/history behind it and it was amazing to witness first hand. The first three fights I was caught up in the whole event, but by the sixth one...I was ready to go. It got a little hard to watch after a while. I am glad that we went and I thought it was really interesting... Would I ever go again? ...hmmm, not sure...but Oliver would not.
Do you wish you would have gone to the Amazon instead? ...don't know, I will tell you in a couple of weeks.




4.17.2008

Postcards.

We sent everyone postcards roughly 3 months ago, and as far as I am aware not a single one has arrived at its destination. So until they arrive {probably 6 more months}, please pick your favorite one from the photo above and claim it as your own. Oh, and give the nieces and nephews our love, that was the reason for sending them in the first place.

{Photo by Code.Monk via flickr. Photos are from Post Office Bay in the Galapagos.}

4.16.2008

Pioneer Woman Giveaway.

Pioneer Woman is giving away a copy of Photoshop CS3 in her photography section right now ($650 value). Enter today to win!


4.13.2008

I am thankful...

...that I will never be expected to do this.


The women in South America do EVERYTHING. Seriously, she is probably peeling potatoes and nursing a baby while carrying this massive water tank 10 miles to her house.


4.10.2008

Lunes a Viernes.

Lately Oliver has been feeling like our blog is conveying the wrong message, he feels like {and I quote} "...everyone probably thinks that all we do is travel, and that we are on one big vacation..." So in order to address this concern - Oliver, this one is for you...

As of recent in our internship we have been focusing on quite a few different things, but the two largest items are building water collection systems {50 of them to be exact} for family gardens, and teaching basic business concepts to the indigenous people. We work Monday - Friday and our days in the field tend to go something like this.

6:15 am : Oliver wakes up, diligently reads his scriptures, listens to classical music, plans for the day, takes a shower {aka EXACT replica of his father}. Carly presses snooze.

6:50 am : Oliver comes into the bedroom and literally rolls Carly out of bed. Carly then gets ready at mach 5, and still has enough time to make oatmeal and chamomile tea.

7:00 am : Co-workers arrive and we all pile in the truck to head 2 hours South of Riobamba to the communities where we will begin our work. Oliver always drives, because I am terrified of driving in South America, and most people in Riobamba do not know how to drive {or like one of our co-workers, they are afraid to drive in reverse}.

9:00 am : Arrive in one of the communities where we begin a business class. They look something like this:

this:
or this:
This next photo is nothing artistically fantastic, but I like it for other reasons. I snapped this photo right as Oliver had finished teaching the concept of saving money. Look at their expressions. Dude on the left has just had a light bulb moment and is amazed at how much money can accumulate if you conserve spending; while dude on the right is still confused as to why anybody would want to save money.

Post script: I love referring to indigenous people as dudes.


10:30 am : Business class ends, and Oliver gets swarmed by a bunch of young boys who want him to play soccer. Oliver plays soccer while Carly dances the native dance with the other school children {and they all laugh hysterically at the weirdo gringo girl who, for some odd reason, always wears pants}.

11:00 am : Off to another community. Although it isn't very far geographically, we drive through mountainous roads and it can take up to an hour to get to the next destination.

11:30 - 12:00 am : Arrive at our next stop, and begin the manual labor. We are helping the community members build irrigation systems that look like this:

The rooftop thing {that is actually the scientific name} acts as a water catchment tool, the water then flows down through the pipes into the tank where it can be stored for the dry months. It is important that they save water for irrigation, because these communities are in the paramo {above the tree line, dessert area of the Andes} from June to December there is not much rain and there are no rivers. The people in these communities live off the land and if nothing grows, they don't eat. These systems work really well, unless all of the kids decide to have a water fight with the irrigation water, while the parents sit around and watch. True story.

A lot of work goes into building these systems, and every day is different. We spend our time doing anything from cutting wood, laying concrete, passing out materials, actually constructing the systems, or hauling supplies to far off homes. Here is Oliver hauling concrete on his back:


Sometimes I do manual labor, sometimes I take pictures, and sometimes...if I am really lucky...I help the women cook:

2:00 pm : Head back to Riobamba.

...but, before we leave. Oliver always has to pet the animals {donkeys are his favorite}.


4:00 pm : Arrive in Riobamba. Take a small break and then prepare for the next day.

{Days in the office are very different from days out in the field. Office days generally consist of 4 hours office work, followed by 2 hour lunch and 1 hour siesta, and then 3 more hours of work. We usually have 2 office days each week.}

After a long day whether it is in the field or in the office we sit down to a nice steaming bowl of Spinach Soup {homemade, and invented, by yours truly} and pineapple for dessert. When we are not eating Spinach Soup, we enjoy: bean soup, homemade chili {actually kind of good}, bean and avacado burritos, or rice and potatoes {the local favorite}. It is organic, healthy, vegetarian, and leaves you craving a genetically engineered Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger from Wendy's.

...and no, unfortunately you can't mail me food because it won't get here. Even if it actually reaches Ecuador it won't reach us because they don't really have addresses here. Or to be more specific, about 100 people share our same address; it doesn't make any sense...but that is how it is. Thank you though, I really appreciate it.

***

Oh, and Jeff Kendell - if I get one more email about all of the delicious food you eat every single day. I will kill you with my bare hands. Hugs and kisses.





4.09.2008

Agfa Clack

I won this beauty on ebay last night. It is a 1958 German Agfa Clack 120 Film Camera. I hear it also floats in water. My new cookie will be waiting for me when I get home, so excited!

Also, if anybody has any old/vintage/antique cameras laying around their house {that you don't want}, I will gladly take them off of your hands for you.


4.06.2008

Good Weekend.

We had a wonderful weekend; relaxing and energizing on soooo many different levels. It went something like this:

Friday: I ate a Twix {in the U.S. not a big deal, in Ecuador, news of the century}.
Friday Night: Eating fresh crab with friends into the wee hours of the morning. Our hostess bought 40 crabs for 5 people. I couldn't even make it past number two.

Saturday: General Conference with our Branch; I needed this.

Sunday: General Conference with our Branch. I thought both sessions on Sunday were absolutely amazing. {How darling and hilarious is President Monson? He filled my heart up, all the way to the brim.}

Hope everyone enjoyed their weekend.

xoxo.

4.04.2008

Versus.

In the past couple of months I have noticed many customs commonly practiced in Ecuador that are just not accepted in the good 'ole US of A. These things are neither good nor bad, just plain different. I have compiled a list of situations and how they would be handled in North America versus South America; for instance:

Taking farm animals on the bus or better yet, chaining them to the top of the bus. Have you ever seen a lamb hoisted 23 feet in the air by a rope?...because I have.
North: PETA at your front door.
South: 700% acceptable.

Professional firework shows every single night of the week, seriously.
North: Fire hazard.
South: Seems like a good investment.

Picking up hitchhikers.
North: Are you sure you would like to get sexually assaulted?
South: Generous.

Allowing taxi drivers that do not have legs and are drunk to drive around (true story, Winslow can attest to it).
North: Yeah right.
South: What is the big deal?

Burning trash on the top of your roof, that is if you don't just throw it in the street.
North: Al Gore will rip out your heart and then fly away in his private jet.
South: Not really concerned about air quality or open flames, because you know those propane tanks in everyone's kitchen could not explode at any minute.

If your baby goes to the bathroom (without wearing a diaper, there are not many diapers to be found) you just wipe it up with a blanket and then continue to wrap the baby up in the same blanket.
North: Two words - Family Services.
South: Just building ammunities.

Marching bands playing/marching down the street for no apparent reason.
North: Social rejects.
South: Lunch break.

Loud cheerful music coming from a truck driving slowly down the street.
North: At around noon, and it is the Ice Cream Man.
South: At six, seven, eight, and nine in the morning every single day, and it is the Garbage Man {it doesn't seem so pleasant at six in the morning}.

Singing the same song as loud as possible, over and over, outside of an apartment complex from 2am - 5am (for real...for 3 hours).
North: Against the Noise Ordinance, cops are on their way.
South: Go for it.

Owning 40 un-neutered dogs, stashing them on your 10 ft. x 10 ft. roof at night, and allowing them to bark non-stop.
North: Nasty letters from the HOA, and no friends.
South: We feel like making the North Americans suffer.

Waking up every morning to a Rooster, and then realizing that the Rooster is in your neighbor's 4th floor apartment.
North: Death by landlord, followed up by a news report on prime-time about your insanity.
South: How else are we going to get eggs unless we have an entire chicken coop in our apartment? Duh.







4.02.2008

Snoop Converts.


"Though Snoop Dogg has been hesitant to publicly discuss his recent spiritual journey, he commented on the experience of attending his first “Family Home Evening” in a recent interview with People Magazine.

"I was hooked from the start," Snoop Dogg said. "We talked about the purpose of life, played Mousetrap, and ate brownies. The kids thought it was off the hook, for real.""
-CNN


Read here for more.

I just investigated further, totally fake, and totally the best April Fools stunt ever. Hilarious.