Maya more than survived her chiva ride and had an 'awesome' time. She danced all night and enjoyed her friends. She could not top thanking me for letting her go. I was so very worried every minute she was away. I could not find a movie to watch and I was too anxious to eat in any of the many restaurants in the complex. There were few shops to browse in, so I chose to take the bus back to the apartment in the dark, which was probably inadvisable. I chose to take a taxi back, and met all the partygoers waiting to blow candles out and sing happy birthday. I met with Maria Paula's grandmother, who is closer to my age than any of the other parents. She works making explosives in Latacunga. When I said I had been to the Mama Negra Fiesta a few years ago and that our car had been broken into, she invited us to visit her in Latacunga and go to the fiesta with her and her family. Perhaps I will take her up on her offer.
Eric was staying an extra day in Baltimore to work on the house. Maya was up early working on her homeschool lesson. When she had worked enough and practiced her violin, we treated ourselves to her favourite pastry shop. The owner and 'artiste' is a Frenchman, and the chocolates and the concoctions are stunningly good. Cyrano's does not even rate. The bread actually tastes like French bread. Maya used her allowance to pay for a hot chocolate (thick, with cinnamon and spices) and a rasberry tarteleta. The cost of every item is outrageous, but the cappucino is quite good, so I believe we will be regular customers.
Our adventure today was in colonial Quito. I brought Maya to a colonial art museum near La Merced. It was fun to share the experience with Maya. The highlight of the day was discovering in a tourist pamphlet that Hilary Hahn was giving a concert at the Teatro Sucre. I was stunned! We had just seen her in Baltimore a few months ago, she had studied at Peabody as had Maya, what was she doing in Quito? We bought the least expensive tickets, which were far too expensive for Qutio. and we discovered when we got to the theatre in the evening, that the seats at the top of the auditorium were packed, and the $100 seats in the orchestra were empty. At the last moment before Hilary came on stage, we were rushed down several flights of stairs to fill the orchestra. We had great seats, and Hilary was remarkably good, and the crowd was very appreciative. Maya was delighted to approach Hilary afterward, and tell her that she too studied at Peabody. Hilary asked who her teacher was, and of course knew who Rebecca Henry was. Maya was swooning.
We also ran into Maya's orchestra mate from FOSJE. He was in the older group now, and although conceded that there were problems with FOSJE, he was planning to continue with the group. Felipe had told Maya not to go with FOSJE, and her schedule is filled already, but maybe joining FOSJE would be a good thing for her. Clearly, things did not go well with Felipe and FOSJE! Politics, I believe.
Eric arrived at the apartment soon after we did, exhausted, but feeling good about his talk at NJIT, and the state of the house. Hopefully we will have the house ready to rent for October!
Eric was staying an extra day in Baltimore to work on the house. Maya was up early working on her homeschool lesson. When she had worked enough and practiced her violin, we treated ourselves to her favourite pastry shop. The owner and 'artiste' is a Frenchman, and the chocolates and the concoctions are stunningly good. Cyrano's does not even rate. The bread actually tastes like French bread. Maya used her allowance to pay for a hot chocolate (thick, with cinnamon and spices) and a rasberry tarteleta. The cost of every item is outrageous, but the cappucino is quite good, so I believe we will be regular customers.
Our adventure today was in colonial Quito. I brought Maya to a colonial art museum near La Merced. It was fun to share the experience with Maya. The highlight of the day was discovering in a tourist pamphlet that Hilary Hahn was giving a concert at the Teatro Sucre. I was stunned! We had just seen her in Baltimore a few months ago, she had studied at Peabody as had Maya, what was she doing in Quito? We bought the least expensive tickets, which were far too expensive for Qutio. and we discovered when we got to the theatre in the evening, that the seats at the top of the auditorium were packed, and the $100 seats in the orchestra were empty. At the last moment before Hilary came on stage, we were rushed down several flights of stairs to fill the orchestra. We had great seats, and Hilary was remarkably good, and the crowd was very appreciative. Maya was delighted to approach Hilary afterward, and tell her that she too studied at Peabody. Hilary asked who her teacher was, and of course knew who Rebecca Henry was. Maya was swooning.
We also ran into Maya's orchestra mate from FOSJE. He was in the older group now, and although conceded that there were problems with FOSJE, he was planning to continue with the group. Felipe had told Maya not to go with FOSJE, and her schedule is filled already, but maybe joining FOSJE would be a good thing for her. Clearly, things did not go well with Felipe and FOSJE! Politics, I believe.
Eric arrived at the apartment soon after we did, exhausted, but feeling good about his talk at NJIT, and the state of the house. Hopefully we will have the house ready to rent for October!
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