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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

¨I´ve always imagined that Ecuador smells like coffee¨

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).

3 comments:

  1. I love this post. Now I can imagine I am there with you.
    -- Amy Doyle (Not Trevor, I just use his account)

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  2. twinsies?

    we just posted the sammme thing.

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  3. my I say I love reggeton.

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