Sorry Amy D., Ecuador doesn´t smell like coffee.
It smells like: cigarettes, car exhaust, humidity, and the trees the maintenence men are trimming down the street.
It tastes like: rice, cilantro, cinnamon, fruit juice, and 7 different kinds of bananas.
It looks like: traffic, iguanas, palm trees, mangroves, and post modern architecture.
It feels like: tile floors, full tummies, long walks to the bus, kisses on the cheek, and the sudden change from overly-air conditioned rooms to humid courtyards.
It sounds like: reggaeton, car horns, spanish argot, telenovelas, tropical birds, the crying baby next door, and host brother swearing when he can´t what he´s looking for in the kitchen (usually rice).
I love this post. Now I can imagine I am there with you.
ReplyDelete-- Amy Doyle (Not Trevor, I just use his account)
twinsies?
ReplyDeletewe just posted the sammme thing.
my I say I love reggeton.
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