The very first night when I had moved in with Lourdes and her family back in October, she told me the hers was a “casa de locos,” a house full of crazies. And just to be clear, as I move forward with this post, I’m going to totally agree with that in a very loving way.
This morning I rolled out of bed at 5:45am to quickly get ready, head out the door, be on one of the first moving Troles, and be at Lourdes’ before breakfast. I wanted to make french toast (which as I mentioned yesterday, they’ve been begging me to do), but I didn’t want them to be counting on it in case I totally slept in, so I gave them absolutely no warning that this was my intention.
Fast forward to 8:27am. Marta and I have successfully loaded up a plate full of french toast on the table. The two of us are eating with Jose, who has closed the tienda downstairs to join us. Jose is poking his sister-in-law Marta with a fork like they’re both about 5 as opposed to 50. Lourdes (who has already eaten at lightning speed) is running around in high heels looking for her notebook, which she has clearly left in plain sight on the table. Adrian is wearing flip-flops, pajama pants, and a parka, listening to English metal bands and playing a computer game.
No wonder my facebook statuses have gotten so much more boring since I’m living up north again.
Pictured below is Marta making french toast. She’s being trying to teach me to cook Ecuadorian food for four months. I can’t begin to tell you how hard she laughed when I told her “Yo voy a hacer french toast. Quieres aprender?”
