The festival was last Saturday and included a soccer match (we lost), a voly tournament, various dances, and our little skit. It was call the ´Divorcio de los indios´ which is in itself awkward because ´indio´ is often an offensive term...especially when used by someone who is not indigenous. Like saying ´indian´ instead of ´native.´ But I played the role of María (I know, stunningly ironic) who, with her mother Francisca, is asking the local comesario (´cumisario´ is how I had to pronounce it) to divorce her abusive husband Manuel. Pretty soon Manuel is flipping over the desk and the comesario is tossing a plastic chair aside, and María is hiding behind her mother. The debate continues, when suddenly María changes her mind and Francisca demands Manuel be a better husband. Kind of anticlimatic that in the end she takes him back. But there were a lot of funny moments, and most of mine were when I forgot a line or completely mispronounced a word - like having to say ´Bunitu caballeritu.´ I totally stumbled on this word and pronounced it slowly into the microphone: ¨Boe-nee-too ca-bay-sher-ee-too,¨ and the crowd laughed so hard I could hear people in hysterics.
Oh yea, and I had to dress up as an indigenous woman. I combined some of Chimborazo clothing with an Otavalo shirt... it looked confused, but fine in the end.
The community has meetings very frequently, for example, there´s a meeting today at 4 p.m. for the tourism council. Quite a few tourism groups are coming through which the council organizes.
But before that I´m helping out a local woman with her group of kids - kind of like an extracurricular club. The kids all saw what I´d made out of trash and wanted to make that their next project. So hopefully today we´ll do some trash collection, wash it all off, and start making some pretty amazing things out of it all. Apparently they´ll also be interviewing me for their program to be broadcast on Radio Intag. Fun!
Finally, the school teachers were over for lunch one day and saw all my crafts too - and immediately began making their own chain links out of garbage I´d already cut up. At the same time my host mom Alicia was continuing the cord on a bag I was knitting out of plastic bags. It was quite a sight. So the teachers decided they were going to collect their own trash this week and have me visit on Tuesday to help them teach the kids what to do.
So I´m already busier in two weeks in Imbabura than I was in over a year in Chimborazo. It´s exciting stuff.
And so while I wait for pitifully slow internet to upload one of three videos I have ready, here are some pics!
|View to Plaza Gutierrez|
|View from the Pucará gazebo|