Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Far Away from the People you call Home

Saturday, we walked downtown in the morning and did some chores and in the evening went to a friend's place. Brian's still on antibiotics so he's not drinking and Shelley's finally decided to try and loose a couple of pounds so she's not drinking either. We brought a couple of agua con gas with us and admired our friends' apartment and spent some time on their computer helping them figure a few things out and then we walked to the Mediterraneo Restaurant and had yet another one of their lovely meals! Fredi has gotten to be such a trooper on these outings that she's truly is amazing. She's charming without being intrusive and always endeavours to be a good guest.

Sunday in the square downtown beside the flower market, they had 8 young men & women dressed in various indigenous costumes doing traditional dances and whooping up a storm. The crowd watching them were very appreciative and the energy displayed was outstanding! We picked up a small watermelon, a bunch of green grapes, 6 kiwi & 9 tomatoes for $5 and of course Brian got his roast pig lunch. We always go to the same market on Sundays and they've pretty much gotten to know us. Shelley was tapped on the elbow & given a huge grin by one of the tiny indigenous ladies because she's finally figured out how to ask for a bag in Spanish.

OK...the Doctor phoned. He wasn't going to say anything to Brian over the phone but Brian pointedly asked: "Is it malignant?" The short answer was yes. Brian has a Doctor's appointment the next day to find out what his options are.

We sat quiet for awhile, then watched TV for awhile and then Shelley asked Brian to mute the TV.

"I can't let my feelings out" Shelley told Brian. "If I tell you exactly how I feel, I won't be able to stop."

"I'm going to be OK" Brian reassured Shelley.

"You always say that!" Shelley almost yelled at him.

We puttered around the house, we quietly talked about what would probably happen the next day & the days to come. Our power was due to go out from 7 - 10 pm and the next day it was out 8 - 10 am. We're looking forward to when our power isn't going out on a regular basis.

"Are you scared?" Shelley asked Brian.

"You know how scared I was when I got my root canal" Brian told Shelley.

"Yes..." she answered.

"I'm not as scared as that".

We both laughed.

When we first moved into our building they had a security force watching the front door. They rotated, 3 shifts, 3 different guys, all with a hand gun sitting on the desk. One of the security men was absolutely awful. He asked to borrow money from us a couple of times and always tried to garner sympathy because he was ill with a cold or some such. He'd sit at the front desk with a blanket wrapped around him looking cold and miserable on the odd night we came in late and saw him there. We were not displeased when they decided to hire one of the men as an in-house security, cleaning, all round maintenance guy. He moved in with his wife and his young son (about 1). The owner of the building had fixed up a tiny apartment adjacent to the parkade where they set up house keeping. We quickly became enamoured with their son. Cute as a button, crossed eyed terribly, we watched him learn how to walk, learn how to wave to us as we always greeted him enthusiastically, and these days he's learned how to say "hola" and "ciao" as we pass him by going in and out of the building. We, of course, bought him a small gift for Christmas, as well as cash for Mom & Dad for a job well done; a bare minimum "thank you" for the human kindness we've received from their whole family. It's funny; the small things that mean so much, when you're so far away from from the people you call home.

1 comment:

  1. The kindness you speak of is one of the major reasons I will live the rest of my life there. Viva Ecuador!