Bum recovery and invitations to dine with the locals

The day after returning from our horse trek we were invited to eat with Hannibal and his family, which was lovely. They didn’t let us know what time to turn up though, and when we bumped into them in the street at about 12, they said “oh whenever, I’m heading home now so if it is in 10 minuts or 20, it doesn’t matter!”. So, we had decided to contribute to the dinner by cooking some rosti, so we peeled the potatoes as quickly as possible and ran over to their house at about 3. Clearly, we had been invited for dinner though, not lunch, but this did not faze our host and hostess. They served us up with lunch (rice, chicken, we gracefully declined the eggs) and then chatted to us and let us practice our Spanish for the next 5 or 6 hours until it was time to start preparing dinner. In celebration of finishing our trek, we had horse for dinner 🙂 (with rosti). The horse was cooked over a wood fire, carefully lit right next to a bamboo post that was supporting the roof, next to the talking parrot’s cage (it says “Hola! and “Coco”). It was a very pleasant afternoon and evening, swapping stories, showing photos and exchanging information on our different cultures. We actually managed to chat until about 10 pm, all in Spanish, until we wandered back to the hotel and slept for about 10 more hours! Now our bodies and brains are quite exhausted so we have taken a couple of days off to make soup (with veggies straight from the farmer’s market, where, by the way, you can buy every part of a cow or bull – from its head and horns, to its eyes, mouth, tongue, to its stomach, to its feet, which we have been told how to use to make gelatin, though we don’t know if we really need gelatin so will probably give that one a miss) and rest, while waiting for the rain to pass.

Bisous,

Faboli xxx