I've realized a couple of things now that I travel "alone". As Eve, James, and Adrienne are now back in the States, I'm even more of a curiosity to Ecuadorian passers-by. Before, it was clear that this was a group of gringo travelers.
Now, hand-in-hand with Jennifer or Mateo (the two children at my homestay), it's harder to tell what my purpose is here. Am I the nanny? Do I live here? Am I a student? Am I really a traveler, in the middle of Puyo? (Puyo is not a tourist-location by any means).
So lately, I've been catching a lot of people staring at me. They're just not sure what to think! I don't look like a traveler, because I know where I'm going, my way around the streets, and walk into the supermarket to buy actual home items. But when I open my mouth it's very clear I'm not from the area. From their perspective, it has to be a little perplexing.
But, in the spirit of celebrating my new adventure-self, I've decided to have a little fun with the situation, by staring back at them.
Reactions vary, but laughter always ensues.
Little kids are more often likely to continue staring with their mouth slightly open.
People my age will sometimes smile, will often giggle, or will say hello.
Old women tend to briskly say, "Buenas" and quickly turn their attention elsewhere.
But older men...they are sheepish, turn red, and are generally awkward.
It's a great new past-time. I wonder what they think of me?
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