14 June 2009
“William!”
“When I sleep at night I want it to be sunny.”
Buying bread in the Tambo requires a wake-up before 10am. So, we made sure and woke up to buy bread and tamales before falling back asleep until 11am. It turns out that the rest of the city was still not awake either. Breakfast equaled plantains, poached eggs, a tamale, and a delicioso licuado (smoothie) de manzana, banana, and naranja made by Brooke. Josie didnt eat anything more than plantains, and Brooke pretentiously kept to her smoothie and eggs, so Adam was stuck eating the rest.
Josie did his wash by hand - probably for the first time in his life. Then we walked around the Tambo to find background shots for our documentary. We got some interesting takes and the weather was perfect. The clouds diffused the sunlight like a dream. Although the streets were particularly empty in the early afternoon and many tiendas were closed for the day, we ended up running into some well framed scenes. The restaurants were all full with people drinking outside and enjoying the breeze. The rocks on the beach were inhabited by a family having a picnic, and the dock was full of people casting their lines off the side. An annoying yet incredibly cute (but probably rabies filled as Josie claimed) dog followed us. All the boats on the beach we se vende (on sale), wooden and looking a little worn.
“William!”
“When I sleep at night I want it to be sunny.”
Buying bread in the Tambo requires a wake-up before 10am. So, we made sure and woke up to buy bread and tamales before falling back asleep until 11am. It turns out that the rest of the city was still not awake either. Breakfast equaled plantains, poached eggs, a tamale, and a delicioso licuado (smoothie) de manzana, banana, and naranja made by Brooke. Josie didnt eat anything more than plantains, and Brooke pretentiously kept to her smoothie and eggs, so Adam was stuck eating the rest.
Josie did his wash by hand - probably for the first time in his life. Then we walked around the Tambo to find background shots for our documentary. We got some interesting takes and the weather was perfect. The clouds diffused the sunlight like a dream. Although the streets were particularly empty in the early afternoon and many tiendas were closed for the day, we ended up running into some well framed scenes. The restaurants were all full with people drinking outside and enjoying the breeze. The rocks on the beach were inhabited by a family having a picnic, and the dock was full of people casting their lines off the side. An annoying yet incredibly cute (but probably rabies filled as Josie claimed) dog followed us. All the boats on the beach we se vende (on sale), wooden and looking a little worn.
On the way home, we checked out a BBQ place that ASPEm had recommended and asked for three rice and chicken platters. She said to come back in an hour and a half. I wish restaurants in the States were like that. You order, come back and then sit down instead of being inundated with crappy restaurant music and endless sodas. Anyways, we went home to laugh at our footage and upload to our hard drive. Ate dinner. Blogged. Etc.
“How can you be writing so much?”
13 June 2009
“Encuestas, now? Really? What is wrong with you people?”
“I don't see color, I only see people.”
Saturday wake up time is later than usual – not because we planned it that way, but it seems college schedules have successfully programmed us to ignore all alarms before 10am. We have a breakfast of avocados, bread, and quaker. Brooke takes advantage of Sra. Miriam's (guest house owner) blender and adds bananas to the quaker. Meeting at 1:30pm with a Sr. Felipa, set up by our ASPEm friends. This is meant to provide a community member perspective on the housing project done by ASPEm. Giorgio, an Italian volunteer at ASPEm escorted us. At 2:30 we had the next interview with a Sr. Felipa – yes, father and son – we had been set up with a father a son. Surprisingly they were both very supportive of the ASPEm projects since they had received houses and had played leadership roles within the community during the process. The father was a fiscal manager and the son was selected as one of two community represpentatives on the committee selected for choosing which families were to receive the 80 quincha homes from ASPEm.
ASPEm was not involved in this final decision-making process at all for transparency reasons. After the meeting with the community members we cooked and ate a lunch of delicious cheese and spinach doused noodles with a potato, corn, carrot, and garlic stew. It turned out quite well, even though Josie refused to partake in the love-feast and Brooke only ate the noodles. Then Brooke cut Josie's hair. If possible, he has become even better-looking, an eye-magnet and distraction as we try and work within the community. But, he can't help it, so we aren't complaining. And Josie likes dogs that lick his legs.
From there we decided to do some night encuestas with people in Cruz Verde. Cruz Verde is “the other side of the railroad tracks”. Actually it is the other side of the river. It is part of Tambo de Mora, but has its own Afro-Peruvian culture and way of life that is quite seperated from the other side. There was a christian concert rocking the plaza de armas on the non-Cruz Verde side so we didn't wanna interrupt them. (That courtesy wasn't reciprocated as we tried to drown out the noise later that night at 11pm.) The encuestas at Cruz Verde produced no mind-blowing results, but this may be because we only talked to the people who were outside hanging out after dusk. Basically, they all agreed that their side had not received aid in proportion to the other side largely because their side was deemed uninhabitable by the soil experts that no one seems to have any information about. After Josie had his fill of flautas we settled in for the night.
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