|My favorite, the sun shining on the church|
|Rice drying outside of the feedstore|
|Famous Macara rice fields|
|View of the mountains along the way|
|A pretty little stream we had to drive through at one point|
|Marcello, opening the 1st gate to the farm|
|The road into the farm|
|The second gate. The road was still very muddy from the rains|
|We parked half way and hiked in the rest, the mud was too deep|
|A smooth barked tree I thought was very pretty|
|Fencing, on the farm|
|Coffee drying in a wheelbarrow|
|REAL free range chickens|
|Cat does not even pay attention to the chickens|
|It was a stand off.. I waited for Marcello to chase the roosters off the porch|
|Marcello, leading the way to the horse stalls|
|A bit shy|
|There is that face|
|Marcello with his pride and joy|
|Papaya or Mango trees can't remember|
|A worker shucking corn|
|Cebo trees in the distance|
|Another beautiful tree|
|A shot looking up into the trees|
|Big tall tree with pretty flowers|
|Porch with a papaya tree right out front|
|A very beautiful latin lover|
Later in the afternoon more family arrived and I was introduced in a flurry of Spanish. I did figure out that this sister lived there in Macara, and her daughter Carolina was attending school in Guayaquil, but home for the Summer break. Carolina is in the same program as my daughter and the same age. I loved her immediately!
The market that they were heading for was closed so we turned around and headed back over the boarder to Ecuador. No problems. We drove to Netas house where she hopped out and got some paperwork, then they turned around and headed BACK to Peru! What? We were just blocks from Chella's house, we could have gotten my documents... They said, it was no problem, just don't say anything if we are stopped.. what? Yes, Chella says, you are "Muta".. oh great. I am remembering all those "Locked up Abroad" episodes and wondering if I would be their next episode.
We drove farther this time and went to a town called Suyo. There was a restaurant there that they were going to get prices from. It was closed. Its dark by now.. We drive further into a tiny little neighborhood. There is no pavement, a cute little pig is waddling off into the dark. They stop and Neta husband begins to honk the horn and yell at a door. MEEENA, MEEENA.. after some honking and yelling she comes to the door with a towel around her. It quickly becomes aparent to the silly gringa in the front that they all know this woman. We stay in the car, and she comes out (clothed), pulls a plastic chair up to the car (the AC is running thank goodness) and negotiations begin. They are not ready to settle so phone numbers are exchanged and we are off.
As we are leaving Suyo I hear a person whistle.. and we pull over.. It is two policemen who whistled us over..they approach the car. I am gulping air, Chella is saying "Muta, Muta", and I am trying to make myself as inconspicuous as possible, sitting UP FRONT hiding behind the blocking body of Netas husband, the driver. The police never even glanced at me. I about passed out with relief.
Across the boarder again to Ecuador and with a sigh of relief, everyone is laughing and saying No Problema!! We stopped in at another restaurant and the discussions began all over again with the owner. Her prices seemed to be better and after more phone number swapping we were off to the house.
It was about 8, so once again I was fed a hearty meal. I was happy to be safe, and it gave everyone a fun story to tell all the new relatives who were arriving by the droves! I called Randy and let him know about my adventure; went and took a shower, said hello to the new family that had just arrived.. and bailed... my brain and nerves were shot. I went to bed and thanked my lucky stars and guardian angel for once again saving my bacon!