There´s 20 people coming over tomorrow.
10.19.2011 - 10.19.2011 74 °F
"People travel to faraway places to watch, in fascination, the kind of people they ignore at home."
Dagobert D. Runes
(This blog is long overdue.... but I finally got access to my pictures.)
One of my favorite moments... So I bike up from Pisac some unknown road towards some lakes. Up and up and up I go.
The road stops. I end up in some guys backyard. He peers over and asks what I´m doin. ¨I´m looking for the lakes.¨ ¨This is the lake.¨ ¨Where´s the other lake?¨ ¨Around the corner¨ And then we get to talking. Turns out he´s Quechua and every Sunday, a bunch of tourists come up to his house to see how the Quechua live. He speaks Spanish and Quechua; his wife only Quechua. He educates the gringas of the 50 different types of potatoes he grows, the quinoa he eats, okra, and so on and so forth. He provides them a home-cooked meal and shows them the lakes.
He invited me in for lunch, but I wasn´t sure, since he works with tourists, was I supposed to pay? ¨I can´t eat lunch with you guys unless I work for it. Do you need any help getting ready for tomorrow.¨ ¨Well, I have 20 people coming over tomorrow, and I need an extra table.¨ So we built a table.
Then had a delicious bowl of quinoa soup, a staple in those parts. We spoke of weddings and babies, life in the city versus the country, woman vs. man´s work. I was the first woman his wife ever saw handle a saw. And he was impressed. I look so gargantuous.
The I biked back home to a ¨white man buy things¨ land.... And then I saw Mic Jagger.
And the day was offically done.