It's been raining for 4 days off and on and other than our daily walk, we've been hunkering down. The sun finally shone today. We've been sitting out on the balcony, Shelley's pants rolled up over her knees, discussing what we'll do for the next couple of days. There are 2 concerts tonight, one at the Parque Calderon, a group called "Swing" and another at the Teatro Sucre an hour later (both free) that we thought we'd check out. ExPat night has changed from La Parola to Zoe, located on 7-61 Borrero at Mariscal Sucre. A lot of the ExPat's felt La Parola didn't appreciate us (the service was slow, they'd close down without notice) so apparently a deal's been struck with the owner of Zoe in that there'll be special prices for drinks etc. We don't go to the ExPat night every week, feeling it's better to integrate into the community at large, but it is nice to go once in awhile and basically "talk English".
With a beautiful afternoon looming ahead of us and nothing particularly planned, we decided to take another one of our terminus bus rides. This time we hopped on a # 27 on Doce de Abril, which took us through downtown and then up the hill to Avenida de las Americas. Eventually we got to a small barrio called Sinincay where there was an absolutely fabulous church that Shelley could not get a picture of due to the bumpy ride. She did, however, get some lovely pictures of small pieces of it! In any case, at the terminus a young man with high school English advised us this was the end of the line and with great concern asked us where we were trying to go. Brian explained we were simply on an excursion. The young man seemed to think that was somewhat odd. The round trip took us a couple of hours and as usual we were the only North Americans on the bus. Talking about our ride later, we decided that one day we'll go back to Sinincay to take pictures of the church. There appeared to be a lot of buildings attached, so we think it's probably a monastery; we'll look into that.
Well...we traipsed downtown and were there about 7:15 p.m. expecting to see "Swing" in full swing. They weren't. There was much talking on cell phones and we waited patiently in the park until it was time to go to the next venue at the Teatro Sucre, which is located in the heritage justice building. The Cuenca Lawyers' Society put on a terrific program "Concierto de Homenaje", which consisted of some wonderful (!) singers and musicians performing "high society" with a latin flavour. It was a packed house with standing room only for late comers. The crowd loved the show, clapping along with many songs, and the encore brought the house down. There's doesn't seem to be a compunction to turn cells phone off, however, and Shelley's occasional appreciative whooping drew startled glances. It was a great evening and we really enjoyed ourselves; well worth staying up past our bedtime!
He'd been asking her for weeks, but she's been putting him off with one excuse after another. They'd actually been discussing it for years and had agreed they'd do "it" when Brian retired. The time had finally come. She was nervous; he had deep fear. "How about doing it now?" he asked, a towel wrapped around his waist as he'd just come out from the shower.
"No, we'll wait until you're dry" she answered.
"Are you sure?"
It took half an hour. She had to take a break during the middle of it to take care of nervous bowel syndrome. He got mad at her at one point when she went too far. She pouted and told him he could have gotten someone else to do it. They made up.
While certainly not a stunning razor cut professional look, at least his hair was short & tidy.