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Our last day at the clinic. Once again, a beautiful morning beamed through my window and I jumped in the shower to have my last trickle of a very crummy shower. I made the mistake of stretching this morning, grazing my hand across the shower head and completing the circuit that formed from the bare wires connecting it to warm the water, and my wet feet. Needless to say, I didn't need coffee this morning!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
It was 10:30 am and Maria Elena was scheduled to leave, but her taxi didn’t show up. One thirty rolled around and still no show. “it will be here in few moments,” she said–it was becoming a joke since every time I checked on her, "It will be here in a few moments," was the normal response. But now the team was heading to the cabs, we had a scheduled trip to Urubamba to see the market and famed potter Pablo Seminario, known worldwide for his earthenware, and I had to do an interview with two docs for the day. As much as I hated to do it, because I wanted shots of her leaving in the cab, I had to ax it. I had footage of her walking out for a breath of fresh air a couple hours before as she was exercising, that would have to do . Via con Dios, Maria, we wish you very well. Thanks for teaching me Quechua.
The drive to Urubamba was a slow one. Rock slides completely covered the roads in some spots, and the river flowed over others. When we got there, several homes had been washed away, businesses destroyed. People were still working to fortify some areas with soil, building levies to help if the namesake river continues to swell. The pottery gallery was fantastic. My mother is a potter, and I think I have some small appreciation for the craft, and Pablo and his wife truly made some beautiful work.
We sampled food up and down the narrow market square, indulging in the boiled corn on the cob with grape sized kernels. This is the corn that the U.S. usually experiences as corn nuts. I have never been a particular fan of corn nuts myself, but as corn on the cob, supremely delicious!
The drivers hastened us back since they didn't want to be caught after dark on the hazardous roads, so we ended up heading back early. It was 7pm when we arrived, and I found out Maria had just left an hour before. She had been waiting nine hours for her taxi, and expected a four hour drive back home.
The Quechua word of the day is : Iman su tiki? What is your name?