By the time I begin this post, we are on Monday, the day of the workshop with the mamas of Mesa Verde. Here it was late afternoon and it feels weird to think that you all must be sleeping (there are six hour time difference between France and Bolivia)!
workshop this afternoon deserves to be told! Last week, the mothers had hoped to make the "pollo al horno", that is to say the chicken in the oven. Colin and I thought to do a workshop "cakes", but more like chicken cakes seemed to me really does not constitute a reasonable menu (especially in bright afternoon), I negotiated with the moms to swap the new workshop cakes cons " workshop salads. But this time it was green salads, much less consistent than those of the first workshop (a cereal). I planned four salads and taken some risks by bringing fruit in the composition of two of them. I still took care to include each one or two ingredients rich in protein and fat, so as not to offend the mothers as it remains balanced. The four called themselves salads pineapple / grapefruit / avocado, apples / nuts / eggs, lawyers / carrot / tomato / chicken and cheese / egg / cucumber.
When I arrived, the mothers were already at work: They had put the chicken legs was soaked in a large bowl with lemon juice, soy sauce and mustard. Once all the chicken legs soaked with sauce, they put them in the oven and settled at tables where I had arranged the recipes and ingredients for the workshop. I was afraid that my salad did "not convinced" but instead, they are immediately shown curious to test my mixes and the workshop went well. But the best is yet to come: after the salads ready we were finally able to announce that we moms had brought copies of receipts workshops for each of them!
I think they were really happy because they are eager to get revenue, we had arranged in rows so that each onion made his case. I posted early in the queue to register the name of each mother on her case, first because they do not know all write well, then, because despite the fact that it is already in the 8th workshop, I still do not know all their names! The funniest part was to see the mamas scrupulously recount their recipes to be safe not to have missed any. Then they came each in turn we ask Colin and me to affix our signatures to their records. For a few minutes Workshop took airs of signings! I could not believe it ...
Then we decided to take a group picture! Since the beginning workshops, the mamas and they turned their heads approached to take pictures, but this week has changed their attitude. I think that having started their show each photo just after the decision has confidence. In any case, if the first photos of the group Mothers seemed intimidated, after a few cliches atmosphere was relaxed and smiles appeared! I think it is the best workshop we've done ...
workshop this afternoon deserves to be told! Last week, the mothers had hoped to make the "pollo al horno", that is to say the chicken in the oven. Colin and I thought to do a workshop "cakes", but more like chicken cakes seemed to me really does not constitute a reasonable menu (especially in bright afternoon), I negotiated with the moms to swap the new workshop cakes cons " workshop salads. But this time it was green salads, much less consistent than those of the first workshop (a cereal). I planned four salads and taken some risks by bringing fruit in the composition of two of them. I still took care to include each one or two ingredients rich in protein and fat, so as not to offend the mothers as it remains balanced. The four called themselves salads pineapple / grapefruit / avocado, apples / nuts / eggs, lawyers / carrot / tomato / chicken and cheese / egg / cucumber.
When I arrived, the mothers were already at work: They had put the chicken legs was soaked in a large bowl with lemon juice, soy sauce and mustard. Once all the chicken legs soaked with sauce, they put them in the oven and settled at tables where I had arranged the recipes and ingredients for the workshop. I was afraid that my salad did "not convinced" but instead, they are immediately shown curious to test my mixes and the workshop went well. But the best is yet to come: after the salads ready we were finally able to announce that we moms had brought copies of receipts workshops for each of them!
I think they were really happy because they are eager to get revenue, we had arranged in rows so that each onion made his case. I posted early in the queue to register the name of each mother on her case, first because they do not know all write well, then, because despite the fact that it is already in the 8th workshop, I still do not know all their names! The funniest part was to see the mamas scrupulously recount their recipes to be safe not to have missed any. Then they came each in turn we ask Colin and me to affix our signatures to their records. For a few minutes Workshop took airs of signings! I could not believe it ... Then we decided to take a group picture! Since the beginning workshops, the mamas and they turned their heads approached to take pictures, but this week has changed their attitude. I think that having started their show each photo just after the decision has confidence. In any case, if the first photos of the group Mothers seemed intimidated, after a few cliches atmosphere was relaxed and smiles appeared! I think it is the best workshop we've done ...
To speak of something other than food, I'll tell you what we did last weekend. As we did last weekend hardly slept "a cause" of an electro party that had extended to Sunday evening, this week we decided to play softer. Saturday Charlotte and I decided to go camping to "seven waterfalls, which we did not know much apart that few people managed to climb them all. Not very reassuring: Just before leaving, Lukas, an Argentine who works with us, we began to tell stories about a terrifying tourists finished stabbed or robbed when they camped at the waterfalls. To avoid that we suffered the same fate, Lukas has advised us to go camping in the highest waterfalls, easily accessible at night ... Despite his advice that attempted to reassure people, to leave his house any of us were very at ease. But we went anyway.
Once on the site, thinking that the stunts should be located upstream of the mountain, we began to put together a small stream below met. As we did not see a path running along the creek, we climbed each cascade as we could. They had nice not to be much larger, with our sleeping bags, tent, plus our bags and travel allowance for the weekend, we were not the proud. Arrivals at the third waterfall, we met three Germans who helped us hoist the bags cascading waterfall. And what was our surprise, falling on the fourth waterfall on a group of young Bolivian doing a parrillada (big barbecue) beside the waterfall. In fact there was another way to access waterfalls, much less perilous than the one we had borrowed, and which allowed direct access to the fourth ...
Though I try several times rise of the fourth waterfall, it was really too dangerous for us climbing with our bags, and as the stone floor of the third cascade did not allow the tent, we had to turn back. While the daylight began to wane, the Bolivians who had completed their parrillada and preparing to go back to Sucre in the car, showed us the finger or was the only hotel in the corner: the other side of the valley ( fortunately not too big). After a good half hour walk, we arrived at a sort of hacienda-like fortress, with walls and a nice mini access bridge. It is the gardener who received us and to our delight, we left camp on the lawns the hotel for 10 "bolos" (about 1 €) each. We had some food and something to take a drink, access to toilets and sinks, and even the light above the tent ... what more? And then we were so tired that we slept 22h all like babies! The next morning we had to walk again an hour before reaching the village where we took the bus around midday. Our discussions with the gardener we have confirmed that nude had done well not to sleep with waterfalls: several tourists had been racketed cameras, money and even their clothing the week before our arrival! The seven cascades appear to be a perfect trap for tourists!
On Sunday evening, Mickey (my roommate) and I went to a folk rock concert. It was great. The band played on a small stage set up in the middle of a road (luckily they ended up cutting the circulation). Bolivians farandoles danced and drank "tea singani" (an alcoholic drink and not very expensive similar to Chilean pisco, which is drunk most often with Schweppes but proved delicious tea mixed with cinnamon). And then the group, who had La Paz, was good. In fact by folk rock should be understood "Traditional Music Revisited. Traditional instruments (Quena, charango, zampoña) were accompanied by two electric guitars, and with it went really well!
This week went like an arrow. The day when I'm not in libraries, I prepare my workshops. Besides big news: Today is born "Eva the maracuya, a fruit mounted on three legs, made with paper mache, wire and a balloon. My studio
vegetables and fruit from the Andes of paper mache will soon to begin! Also I run two mini workshops: one for making a seven families of food, the other of making pots for the kitchen of Villa Armonia! Added to the workshop "kitchen" with moms of Mesa Verde and "balanced breakfast" with the children of Villa Armonia ... it really does not hurt! Children, shy at first, now we know better and are often eager to know what has brought. Two nights a week, I accompany the charlottes in aerobics classes, a gym center. The machines are old, the walls covered with posters of male bodybuilders who are really scared, the steps are wooden and we're a bit on each other, but the teacher is super dynamic and the atmosphere is warm and then it feels good to vent ! For courses Quena, I just dropped for the moment but get back account in the coming days! But why do the days that they had 24 hours ...?
kisses, hasta la vista y cuidense mucho
Marion
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