
Once I arrived the next morning, I went to the cabana style hostel that we would be staying at. It was so relaxing and the waterfront was a welcomed change from the hustle and bustle of the Quito streets. That night, after dinner, we were able to meet up with Andrew´s friends as we passed them on the streets. The town is small enough that cell phones are a joke and if you want to meet up with someone, a quick vuelta around the block, will catch you up with them. The town of Montañita is a great getaway to dance in the streets to the sounds of bongo drums, with a fruit cocktail drink in your hand. The people were so friendly and one artisan in particular, Memo (short for Guillermo), took us under his wing for the holidays. Andrew and I met up with him for Christmas Eve dinner at midnight. We were joined for dinner by two musicians that we had actualy seen play the night before, another artisan from Canada, Honduras, ...you get the idea, a free spirit from Colombia and Memo´s mother, who prepared the meal.



On New Year´s Eve, we hurried back to Montañita for the festivites. Montañita is truly the city that never sleeps, or maybe just sleeps during weekdays and non-holidays. The night began with a campfire cookout at Hilary´s hostel, with fish, potatoes, sangria, and a delicious rice combination brought by Ava. Then we headed out and watched the fireworks and just before midnight watched as the hardcore surfers rushed into the waves for their first surf of the new year. At midnight, everyone was on the beach dancing and laughing and burning the Old Year. As fate would have it, in a crowd full of people, we somehow ended up next to Memo, his mom and ¨Colombia¨ and danced into the night. As we were beginning to fade, Memo´s mom said she needed a break and Colombia chimed in with ¨La alma nunca cansa¨ (The soul never tires). What a mantra to begin the New Year with. After the New Year, we spent one more day in the beloved coastal town and then headed to Guayaquil, where Andrew would take off to Lima by bus and from there to Buenos Aires by plane.
My time in Guayaquil was unfortunately a short one but fun nonetheless, we went to the Malecon 2000, along the waterfront, and visited the famous park that has iguanas roaming free throughout the grass and walkways. Along the Malecon, we visited the Museo de Banco Central of Guayaquil, which featured an art exhibit of Juan Villafuerte, an interesting painter from Ecuador who emphasized surrealism and human form. Finally, I headed out from the coast yesterday to take an all day bus to Quito. While I was originally not looking forward to it, it turned out to be alright, since I had an empty seat next to me and the vendors sold just the right things to eat at just the right times. One man had a small container of rice, chicken and vegetables for 75 cents..perfect!
This Monday, I head back to SECAP to teach a class of Basic I and another class of Basic II, which will be nice to have one class of the same curriculum and one with returning students. It will simply be difficult to say goodbye to the easy living of the past two weeks. Lucky for me, in just a few weeks, I head to the coast again for a teaching conference and can soak it up just a little more.
¡Feliz Navidad y Feliz Año Nuevo! :)
3 comments:
Hi Ashley!
Congratulations on being done with your first semester as a teacher! I love to read your updates. Looks like you had a unique Christmas this year. Don't worry, you didn't miss too too much at the usual Gross house gathering (okay, well just that John proposed in front everyone!). Keep your calendar clear for the end of October 2008.
Happy New Year! We miss you!
Gabby
Wow, Ashlina! Your posts and experiences are amazing. You will have memories to last you for sure through 2008 and a LIFETIME.
We all miss you and wish you all the best!!
Hugs,
Cristina and Shawn and Sofia :)
What a wonderful way to spend the holidays! New friends in new places, the food looks delicious and the beach sounds like it was very relaxing and fun. Keep posting, we love to see the pictures and hear how things are going.
Love ya,
Mom
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