Omelette = Soup
Back in Cuenca Maya went to sit down while I collected our luggage. There was only one luggage carousel and we were both interested in the woman who retrieved her little dog in a carrier from the carousel. I saw our bag, and I then saw an Ecuadorian man take it. He didn't look like a thief, just like a guy who confused his bag for ours. "Pardon, Senor!" I shouted and followed him. He shook his head and tried to leave with our bag full of our shopping spree from Otavalo! Luckily, this airport checks luggage tags before you can leave, and I was vindicated and we left with the correct bag.
Across the street from the airport we saw a parade. The country was preparing for the holy week before Easter and this is some of what we saw.
The rest of the night was laid back, dinner at another traditional-ish restaurant where we laughed a lot and had yummy food. Except that Maya ordered soup and got an omelette instead. So, it was "sopa de juevos" she ordered and a "tortilla de juevos" that she got, but still. We had a good laugh over that, and shared the omelette and my delicious potato soup. We then got our main course of pork chops, big corn, rice, plantain, beans (I think), and the waiter thought we didn't like it because we couldn't finish all our food. The soundtrack to this restaurant had been a tape of nice, traditional sounding Latin music, until a guy came out and changed it to a cassette with American top pop hits from the 70's and 80's. Hotel California, Stairway to Heaven, Beatles, Sting, and I forget what else. Sigh. I think he changed it because he thought us gringas might like it better.
Across the street from the airport we saw a parade. The country was preparing for the holy week before Easter and this is some of what we saw.
The rest of the night was laid back, dinner at another traditional-ish restaurant where we laughed a lot and had yummy food. Except that Maya ordered soup and got an omelette instead. So, it was "sopa de juevos" she ordered and a "tortilla de juevos" that she got, but still. We had a good laugh over that, and shared the omelette and my delicious potato soup. We then got our main course of pork chops, big corn, rice, plantain, beans (I think), and the waiter thought we didn't like it because we couldn't finish all our food. The soundtrack to this restaurant had been a tape of nice, traditional sounding Latin music, until a guy came out and changed it to a cassette with American top pop hits from the 70's and 80's. Hotel California, Stairway to Heaven, Beatles, Sting, and I forget what else. Sigh. I think he changed it because he thought us gringas might like it better.