El Dia de los Hombres Viejos

After church today, Anneke and I went exploring. We were going to ride our bikes down the street in front of my house that gets closed off on Sundays, but by the time we found the place that rents bikes, they were all gone. Another weekend maybe.

So instead we checked out everything Carolina (the park by my house...excellently named...almost as awesome as the real Carolina) had to offer. In doing so, we ended up talking to several old men (hetch-a-sketch! but not really)! One guy we met while watching Ecuavoli (the Dor's version of volleyball "played only in Ecuador"....they're very proud of that!). His name was Edi and introduced us as his novias (girlfriends) to his friends, and got very excited when we said we'd watch part of his match. He was so sweet and adorable. We adopted him as our Ecu grandpa for the day!

After that, we ended up talking to another old man who we'd asked a question about a game we saw being played (people with huge, heavy, rubber racket type thingys--the technical term I assure you--swatting around a 6 pound ball). He talked to us about everything from politics and the economy to the water in the Dor and sports. Again, so sweet. Ecuas are so friendly and so willing to speak with you and patient while you practice your Spanish. I love it!

Things I would bring to Quito if I had a bigger bag: roller blades.

Things I'm going to bring with me to Chapel Hill next semester: roller blades.

Roller date anyone??