A Year in the Highlands of Ecuador
Publication Year: 2005
Published by: University of Texas Press
Above all, my profound thanks go to those Ca
When chance took me to Ca
Chapter One: Old Friends
We wake very early at the Hostal Irene, the bare-bones hotel where we’ve paid four dollars to spend our first night in Cañar. Our bordello-style bed with its heart-shaped, red-flocked, chrome-scrolled headboard is hard as a rock, with one flimsy blanket and a long, thin, tightly rolled pillow that Michael and I shared. Amazingly, we slept well, but now it’s too chilly to ...
Chapter Two: Killa Raymi: Festival of the Moon
It has been another uncomfortable night on the thin mattress at the Hostal Irene.We are still sorting out our things in Cuenca, but now we’re here in Cañar at the invitation of José Miguel to attend the Festival of the Moon, or Killa Raymi, which is to be held later today at the nearby archeological site Los Baños del Inca (the Inca Baths). José Miguel’s music and dance group, Los Chaskis, will be performing, along with other cultural groups from all over the region. ...
Chapter Three: A House in Ca
Today we are in Cañar to finish negotiating for the house we spotted earlier this week, and I’m surprised at how nervous I feel. I really want this house—it’s on the Paseo de los Cañaris, not far from the storefront where we lived eight years ago and in a perfect location on the edge of town where the roads come in from the country. The concept of renting is still ...
Chapter Four: The Day of the Dead
Today, El D
Chapter Five: La Limpieza
In Cañari culture a limpieza, or ritual cleansing by a yachaj, is considered essential when someone moves into a new house or opens a business, after a death, or when life goes seriously wrong. Robbery, illness, crop failure, a cow’s death, or simply a personal run of bad luck—anything that can ...
Chapter Six: A Dinner to Honor the Dead, and Us
Earlier this week, Esthela invited us for dinner on Friday night in an offhand manner that suggested a casual get-together. She said they wanted to welcome us back to Ecuador as compadres, godparents, and also to celebrate the Day of the Dead. Friday afternoon, I run into Jos
Chapter Seven: The Meeting
Last week, several Cañari friends, among them José Miguel and his cousin Félix, approached us to request help in organizing a meeting to talk about creating a cultural foundation. It would be a legal entity, they said, dedicated to preserving and promoting indigenous music, dance, clothing, handicrafts, rituals, medicine, and agriculture—all the cultural wealth of ...
Chapter Eight: Greeting the New Year
Our Cañar neighbors are very curious about the two strangers who live in their midst.We deal daily with the owners of the small shops on Paseo de los Cañaris, and the neighbors living around us take careful note of our comings and goings. If they haven’t seen us for a while, they ask politely what we’ve been up to. So, after an unusual absence of ten days over ...
Chapter Nine: Life in Ca
Three months in Ecuador. Our life on the Paseo de los Cañaris has settled into a comfortable routine, and our trips to Cuenca grow less frequent. ‘‘Things are so much more interesting here,’’ one of us says to the other at least once a day. Still, every week or ten days, we make the two-hour bus ride to the city and spend a day and night in our snug apartment. Michael ...
Chapter Ten: D
One Sunday morning as Michael and I are having coffee, we hear the accordion music in the street that signals a religious or wedding procession. We run to the front patio and see a group of about forty men, women, and children quickly walking by, heading into town. In front, two men carry statues of saints dressed in Ca
Chapter Eleven: This Camera Pleases Me
After months of planning, my first women’s photography workshop is scheduled to begin on a Friday morning at nine in the first week of March; it will end at noon on Sunday. But when Michael and I get up at six on Friday morning, two women are already standing outside our gate, dressed in indigenous clothing that tells me they are not from Cañar. While Michael ...
Chapter Twelve: The New Economy
Our neighbor across the street, a sweet old woman we call Do
Chapter Thirteen: A Death in Ca
We first hear the news on the local radio station that broadcasts death notices. A lead-in of the first strains of ‘‘Ave María’’ lets listeners know that sad news is coming and reminds us of the inevitability of death. Juliana Quinde Pichisaca, from the village of Quilloac, has died; her funeral will be on Monday. Michael and I pay little attention, although we know someone ...
Chapter Fourteen: Carnaval
One recent Sunday morning, Michael was on his way to the village of Correucu when he ran into Jos
Chapter Fifteen: Betrothal, Ca
Michael can’t stop talking about it the next day, or the next, and together we spend hours trying to figure out what really happened on the night of Pablo’s betrothal, or la entrada. Mostly, we speculate about why Michael had been so deeply involved in the engagement ritual of a young man we barely know, although the fact that Pablo is Mama Michi’s second ...
Chapter Sixteen: Life in Ca
We are at the halfway point of our year in Ca
Chapter Seventeen: A Wedding
Antonio comes by the house on a Saturday afternoon with Magdalena and Juanito, a small older man he introduces as a friend of the family. After Michael serves drinks and pleasantries are exchanged, Antonio reveals the reason for the visit. ‘‘Are you free to come to a wedding this evening?’’ he asks solemnly. Magdalena’s younger sister, Beatriz, is marrying Nicolás, a ...
Chapter Eighteen: Mama Michi Goes to Canada
When I was last in Ca
Chapter Nineteen: The Way Things Work
It’s been a terrible week. Thursday, Mama Purificación, sister-in-law of Mama Michi and wife of Taita Shanto, was badly burned by a gas explosion. Her daughter Puri, a woman in her twenties who still lives at home, came to our house to make a desperate call to her Aunt Vicenta in Quito. Her mother was preparing to fix lunch on their old gas range, Puri said, ...
Chapter Twenty: A Birth in Ca
The knock comes on our door early Saturday morning. Mariana has sent a message: Mar
Chapter Twenty-One: We Walk the Inca Trail
Our year in Ca
Chapter Twenty-Two: Saying Good-bye
Our second farewell party, on the Sunday night we left Cañar, wasn’t supposed to be a party at all. A week earlier we had been royally feted with an all-day fiesta at Mariana’s house, organized around the slow but complete consumption of a medium-sized pig, starting with chitterlings in the afternoon and ending with an open-air, sit-down dinner in the dark at around nine. ...
Page Count: 223
Illustrations: 41 b&w illus., 1 map, 1 figure
Publication Year: 2005
OCLC Number: 182530223
MUSE Marc Record: Download for Cañar