Subscribe: The Blog Of Ross
http://rossmoney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default
Added By: Feedage Forager Feedage Grade C rated
Language: English
Tags:
brother charlie  brother  casa victoria  casa  charlie  greeted  lenin  live  night  oscar  people  quito  time  victoria  village   
Rate this Feed
Rate this feedRate this feedRate this feedRate this feedRate this feed
Rate this feed 1 starRate this feed 2 starRate this feed 3 starRate this feed 4 starRate this feed 5 star

Comments (0)

Feed Details and Statistics Feed Statistics
Preview: The Blog Of Ross

The Blog Of Ross





Updated: 2014-10-01T22:52:36.434-07:00

 



New Scarfs

2012-10-01T12:15:54.861-07:00

Fair Trade Scarves 

(image)



After the effect (abridged)

2009-03-28T22:10:24.728-07:00

So... i'm back already, but i wrote this when i was in quito and didn't have any internet to send it with... sooo it should be in the past tense but.. we’ll see what happens. Lenin Pavon is a friend that my brother Charlie met through casa Victoria. He lives in a little village called “235.” It’s name comes from the fact that it is the two hundred and thirty fifth kilometer on an old disbanded railway. Lenin invited us to come and stay at his village for a night and meet all his relatives (keep in mind that his mother comes from 14 and his father, 11. So suffice it to say, he has a lot (about 150) cousins. There’s only about 120 people that live in the village so most of the people in the village are actually related to Lenin in some way shape or form.. it took us 5 hours on a bus ($3.50!), and a 45 minute hike to make it to 235. We were greeted by a number of old codgers, young children, and a whole lot of animals. Now keep in mind, I was the only one new to this village, Oscar, Char, Seth, and obviously Lenin had already been there so they knew everyone and they introduced me as we went along. One of the guys I met was named “Loco Willy” (crazy willy) and I later came to find out that he was the town’s supplier of “El Beso De Diablo” a very, very strong homemade whiskey sort of drink. All of these people had one thing in common: they didn’t speak a lick of English. They never could really understand why I had a hard time understanding them because Char and Seth are so talented with their Spanish speaking abilities. A few things stood out to me about 235: the hospitality, the tranquility, and the sheer beauty of the place. You know when you say “make yourself at home?” well when Lenin said it to me (about 10 times during the course of our stay) I would immediately feel that his comment was genuine, he really meant it, they all really meant it. We were fed constantly, whether it be chancho (pig), papas (potatoes), or yuka (an awesome potatoe-like root) there was always food on the table. This place was so tranquil. Most of our time spent there consisted of just Sitting. Watching. Maybe walking. I’ve really never been to a place where that’s all they needed to “do.” I tried to explain to them that what they do all day is so rare in the united states. There’s always something that needs to be done, people running this way and that, things beeping, making sounds, lighting up. There was none of that in 235. Ha, now for the crazy part: one night I decided to go to bed early (10) because I was wiped out from translating all the Spanish they spoke into English on the fly. One thing lenin’s family loves to do is dance. They turned the music all the way up at about 10:30pm. The stereo was right on the other side of the wall that my head was next to. I would estimate that I woke up 10 unduvidual times during the course of the night. One time was everyone who lives at lenins house (about 10) coming into the room I was in, flicking the lights on, and just…. I don’t know laughing and talking about who knows what… Another time I was woken up was at 3am by the gosh darn Gallo (rooster) who decided that everyone should be awake for about an hour… another time was when one of Lenin’s brothers (who had had a little too much of “El Beso De Diablo”) came into the room, flicked on the lights, and repeated “Todo Bien?” (everything’s good?) about a million times at 5am. Now keep in mind they had been dancing this whole time (Oscar was up till 6am dancing with them!) so the music was about the 6 other times I was woken up. Anywho, other than that night 235 was super relaxing. The village is placed precariously throughout the winding paths of a monstrous river and the dilapidated train tracks. Over the years the river had cut a huge valley through the mountains in which the village is located. One day we hiked through this valley a little ways until [...]



So... I'm in Ecuador. Buenisima!!

2009-03-20T21:44:08.256-07:00

So, for spring break, i decided it would be cool to go down and visit my brother in Quito Ecuador. Here are few words on how it's been down here so far.First things first, this is the link to the video my brother charlie put together a little while back describing exactly what it is that goes on down here in Quito at Casa Victoria:http://charbeck.blogspot.com/2009/02/right-now-we-are-having-great-time-in.htmlMy Story begins on thursday morning when I awake on the plane at 6am due to the sun hitting me square in the eye:"Ahhh the gringito (little white boy) needed his beauty sleep." I was on the plane next to two nice, old ecuadorian women, one of which was commenting on the way i looked as i woke up. Both had finished the little continental breakfast that was sitting in front of them, so immediately i started to search the horizon of heads for the flight attendants. The cart was all the way at the front of the plane serving the first class passengers.I thought to myself: "you know what? It's time to to do something that I've wanted to do my whole life. So i pressed the flight attendant call button. The next second, i heard the cluttering of feet and the next thing i know she was by my side saying "que necesitas?" Ha, in my dreams. It took more than 15 minutes for anyone to even notice my state of peril. Both of the women sitting next to me assured me that I would have a choice between the french toast and the omelette. Once the flight attendant finally arrived she assured me that all they had left was one cold omelette.. stokage. The funny thing is it ended up tasting a bit better than anything i've eaten at Seattle Pacific's Cafeteria...So we landed in panama and at once i was hit with a barage of aromas and foreign noises (which i later found out was music) and it was all coming from a long isle of shops, some of which were giving out free samples of bailey and patron liquor. I was offered a few samples as i strolled by, but instinctively refused, becuase of the lifestyle expectations that all of us Seattle Pacific-ites are bound to: No drinking on or off campus even if you're 21 unless, of course, it's a family tradition...The plane took off and I immediately fell asleep. When we were about to land i looked out the window and was able to see parts of Quito on the descent. After we landed, i skated through costoms and i was greeted by a man who was obviously trying to convince me to ride in his taxi. I refused his offer (ignored him) and continued out the exit. Now keep in mind, it was very loud in the airport and I can understand spanish pretty well, but only in bits and pieces. It sounded like he said something like "Man!... Car!..." Now this guy was very persistant; he followed me out the front door and i thought to myself "wow maybe this is normal in quito..." I heard what i thought to be my brother Charlie's laughter coming from some far off corner of the entryway, and sure enough, he came bursting out of the throng of people with his arms open, laughing his head off. I greeted him and told him that some guy was trying to sell me a ride in his taxi, and he laughed again. he said "Ross! that's flippin' Oscar! I live with him in casa victoria!!" It turns out oscar was saying something to the effect of "tu eres el ermano de Carlos?" So there it was, Man and Car all in one sentence. We continued to laugh as we hailed a taxi that would cost us a total of 4 dollars for a 20 minute drive. (Crazy!)We arrived here at casa victoria and were greeted by about 30 5-10 year olds that all said "Hola! Como Estas!" in their high, squeeky voices. I met all the people who permanently live here, and there was also a group of about 10 "young poeple" who were on a missionary-esque spring-break trip from some private school in minneapolis. They painted a few rooms in the house which we later had to go over a second time becuase they "missed a few spots."Seth and I (a good friend that Charlie lives with at Casa Victoria) went down to one of the many markets o[...]



panoramas

2009-03-05T22:20:15.255-08:00

(image)
(image)
so there were some cool clouds in seattle today.

this is the view off of the balcony of the dorms i live in.