01.30.2013 - 01.30.2013
Today we went back and bargained some more. It turns out we didn't make out so badly yesterday, not so badly as we could have.
We have only been in Otavalo so far, but already I can see Ecuador's charm. Its "remote" is much more remote than Colombia's, where everything was essentially modern--just small and quiet. The music characterizes the largest difference to me. In Colombia we heard the brassy sounds of mariachi or upbeat dance music (salsa, etc.). In Ecuador (between the reggaeton and rap and other modern sounds) you can once in a while catch a haunting melody, as a flute calling bravely out over misty mountains, melancholy and wistful. Of course it is easy to exoticize what is more evidently and distinctly indigenous, but some small part of me cannot help but be glad that at least here one thing has not been so thoroughly swallowed up by another.
Nevertheless I find myself growing a little tired of Latin America. Antsy again for a change.