Showing posts with label Wall art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wall art. Show all posts

Thursday, February 05, 2015

Fundación Museo de las Conceptas and Then There Are the Rest of Us

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Frantically trying to maximize our time, we welcomed an invitation from our new friends Howard and Mike. They had been away for a long weekend visiting the Ecuadorian shore, so we had missed their company. When we left the building we all shared, they had not yet returned. We arranged to meet for dinner at Chifa La Gran Muralla, a Chinese restaurant if you were not able to guess.

Having dinner plans, we had decisions to make. Do we want to take the bus into the city center, do something and come home first or go directly to the restaurant? Such trials and tribulations we have. 

We decided we needed to learn the bus system better, so out our door up the street and a block away, we caught the number 3 bus. The route is perfect. It passes the Saturday bacon sellers café
and on to the center of the city. We did get off near a school only because the wall art was so incredible we had to do a real inspection. 

One wall almost a block long was covered in art depicting
I want some bacon!
older people each with a melting Dali type clock somewhere within the scene. Another wall was entirely dedicated to children. The last wall featured Amazon jungle animals. We cannot seem to get over the amount of art all around the city. 


With two goals in mind, we had to watch the clock; we left later in the day after trying to get caught up on e-mail errands. First agenda item was our need to upload money on our bus card. We started with $3, but with both of us using it, it goes fast. That is 50¢ a ride for the two of us. We tried nine different shops where we thought they would be able to add money; finally, we found one that really could.

Our next agenda item was to revisit the Fundación Museo de
las Conceptas. This was once a home owned by a wealthy woman from Cuenca. At the time, around 1850, this was the largest home in the city. This woman in question donated this home to The Order of the Immaculate Conception nuns; at the same time, she donated her three daughters. The Order of the Immaculate Conception or Conceptionists as they are also known was once contemplative nuns. What they are now is a mystery. There was nothing to say where these nuns are now or if they still exist in Cuenca or not. 

Regardless, the building is typical of the architecture here. Two stories high, the structure is split in the center, where a structure that looks like an oversized elevator shaft holds a huge statue of Michael the Archangel on 1 floor and a chapel on the second. All rooms are open to a garden on either side of this structure. Each room contains either religious art or artifacts that girls or women brought to the convent as part of their dowry. Girls were allowed to enter the convent from the age of 12 years, so on display were some of the toys they brought with them. 

From here, we bussed home again to get some more annoying e-mails out to accountants, property managers and the like. We knew the evening would get better and it did. 

At 6:30, we met Mike and Howard at Chifa La Gran Muralla for dinner. They are always such great company.  One of
these days, I will have to remember to photograph them. For some reason, other that Ron who has me trained to document his life, I rarely photograph people I know. It was great seeing you guys!

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Saturday, January 31, 2015

Mak'in Bacon But Not Selling Much

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Bacon is a magical word that perks up my ears in a heartbeat. Sure, there are those naysayers who will say bacon will cause irregular heartbeats, but life is short. Reading the Gringo Tree newsletter on Saturday morning, I spotted a post that did get my heart to beat faster. A Bacon Festival! This is like my version of manna from heaven.

Unfortunately, the address was not precise; Avenida de 3 Noviembre is a long street. One would need to be familiar with Galeria Otorongo specifically in order to be able to find it. Thinking we could depend on the tourism office for directions, when we arrived the lights were on but no one was there. Asking dozens of people including military personal we passed on the street and police officers, we were offered multiple incorrect directions. Finally, a young street performer asked if we needed assistance and he directed us correctly; this was his route as well.  

Situated on a lovely expansive square, Galeria Otorongo was apparent as soon as it was in sight. There were dozens of people milling around, some staffing a BBQ, while others were handing out samples, trying to sell their products, and others sampling the goods. As soon as we were closing in, an older woman approached us with sample of their specialty smoked bacon and homemade sausage. To me there is no such thing as bad bacon. Although the bacon was tasty, it was not exceptional, especially for $19 a pound. Spices were the key to the sausage, it was delectable, but this too priced in the double digits per pound was out of the question. 

The bargain of the day and the most popular item was the snack-pak they offered. It consisted of a mini-BLT, a sausage ‘lollipop’, and a piece of chocolate covered bacon for $1.50. Okay, we shelled out the $3 for two thinking we would save it for later in the day. Not to be so, presented to us in a Styrofoam bowl without a cover, it was not portable. Sacrificing, we ate it on the spot, but my bread went into the trash much to the chagrin of all local pigeons. 

Being on the lower side of the river meant a trek of 95 steps. If this does not work off the bacon, I am not sure what will.
Interestingly, here as in the other long climbs along the river, decoration adorns the sidewalls along the way. It allows one to stop, pause to enjoy the artwork, and catch your breath before moving on up. Here, however, there is a difference. Rather than painted art, mosaics cover the walls. When you reach the top, the reward is a painted whale, which is entertaining. Yet, on the other side, is a magnificent Galapagos turtle that is truly extraordinary. 

From here we walked to a couple of museums that are on our list to visit, but found that they close early on Saturdays and are not open at all on Sunday. Pumapungo Arqueological Park was open, but again there was a real chance of rain; it makes it difficult traipsing among the ruins in wet grass, dirt, and slippery hills.

We wandered through the park again where the Museum of
Modern Art is located. There flowering trees in bloom; Ron wanted to take photos. A little old lady appeared from one of the businesses across from the park and started feeding the pigeons. There must have been hundreds of birds arriving from parts unknown to enjoy the food fest she offered. When she was done, they took off en masse. All I could think of was Tippi Hedren and Birds by Alfred Hitchcock

Later, we went to our favorite coffee roaster and café, Nucallacta, for a cup of java.

By the time we walked home again taking our time and looking over some shops, it was already late afternoon. How the day flies by.

I have to show you one of our potatoes. When we were in the
Mercado, we asked if they had sweet potatoes. The vendor showed us these red ones and we bought a few. The inside was a bit surprising. They were delicious, but nothing like yams or sweet potatoes as we know them.

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Sunday, January 18, 2015

Surprises for Two Slugs

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Saturday slugs are we! Trying to treat this just like home to get a feel for what it would be like if it were home, we slugged around the apartment most of the morning. I have to admit that even getting up at 7:30 this morning, I was so rested I would have sworn it was 10am. Looking at my watch was an eye-opener in multiple ways.

Leaving Ron to sleep, I made my way to the dining area to read e-mail and transfer some photos from the camera. Ron was actually up shortly after and cooked breakfast. He read the news on the tablet and then read e-mails while I showered. We could not decide what we should do today. People have been telling us, people specifically meaning Malena our proprietor that we really need to see Parque de La Madre. This seemed like a good day to visit a park while revisiting some favorite places from last time along the way.

One street corner that begs for our attention each time we are in the area is the outdoor flower market.
Lilies of more varieties than I can name are next to roses of more colors than in any rainbow, and dozens upon dozens of other flowering varietals. Of course, we have to stop to smell the flowers before moving on, but the music in the air distracts us while drawing us around the corner. It is a parade with a dozen floats. Each float has a pint-sized king and queen ranging from five to nine years old. Shepherds or angels and in some cases both are surrounding them.

Why the parade? We are clueless. No one seems to be paying attention other than the relatives of these children. People are pushing the trucks on which the floats are sitting. Not one is running its motor. Pleasant surprises like this are commonplace here in Cuenca. These sometimes occur in other cities as well, but more so in Cuenca.

As the parade passed us by, Ron went to the tourism office to ask a question. Before leaving, he asked the polite young man what the occasion was for the parade. With a sheepish grin, the man stated, “It was some religious thing related to the birth of Jesus. It happens all the time.” Being perplexed, Ron commented that Christmas was over in December. Again, the young man grinned and said, “Here it continues for months…only in Cuenca!”

Walking through the main square, there are opportunists who have stuffed toy horses and live St.
Bernard dogs for children to pose with and have their picture taken for $5 a shot. It was fun to watch this one St. Bernard hold a basket of flowers in his mouth, while holding one paw up. The little girl next to him was adorable.

When we were here before two years ago, we frequented a restaurant that became a favorite. Generally, it was a coffee stop more than a food stop, but it was an ex-pat hangout. The name changed from The Coffee Tree to Gozo, but I found the owner was the same. As we were walking there, again lively music resonated around corners. When we made our way around the church, we found a group of women and one unidentified person dancing. Our enjoyment lasted for twenty minutes before they ended the celebration. From the looks of others standing around, adult
versions of Joseph, Mary, and Wise Men had already performed whatever their roles happened to be.

With the park visit as our initial goal, we continued in that direction. By now, we had walked over two miles to see this lovely park. It is located on the other side of the river. To get there, you have to walk down 200 steps, literally. You know what goes up must come down? Well it is the same in reverse. I did not want to think about the climb up.

Recently refurbished, the park is a showcase for parenting. They have created a number of wooden structures with slides, swings, things to climb on and jungle gyms. It is well groomed and spacious with a running track around the circumference.

As we returned to cross the river, we had spotted a number of pieces of wall art; I wanted to photograph them. Ron waited by the steps as I took off with the camera. Just as I was finishing, it started to rain tiny drops, almost as if the clouds had hesitation as to whether they wanted to share or not. Well they decided in a big way within minutes. It started pouring. We ran up 100 stairs to a café
on one landing. They refused to let us in; it was 15 minutes before opening time. After ascending the rest of the stairs, we rushed to the coffee shop Howard and Mike had taken us to the previous day. With the intention to outlast this summer shower, we ordered coffees.
Two hours later, the torrential rain was still coming down. For one hour, we attempted standing in the doorway of the café to hail a taxi. More taxis passed us by then there are cars in all the used car dealerships in Budapest, but not one was empty. More concerned about my camera than my body, we finally decided we needed to try a more advantageous spot for taxi hunting. By the time we reached that point, we were home.

We popped 1,000 mg of vitamin C. How refreshing a hot shower feels after getting soaked in the rain.

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