We residents of Ecuador, both locals and Xpadorians, love to have an excuse to take the day off and celebrate just about anything but today (Thursday, May 24th) is a significant National Holiday.
Today marks the 190th anniversary of the battle of Pichincha. This was the most significant battle in the effort to free the area that is now Ecuador from Spanish rule. it took place high up on the slopes of the Pichincha volcano just on the outskirts of Quito. Officially it is the independence day of the City of Quito. (Each Ecuadorian city has its own independence day..here in Cuenca, the city's independence is celebrated on November 3rd). It is also celebrated, however, throughout the country with parades, speeches and we hope later today fireworks (we do love our fireworks here!)
Happy victory at the Battle of Pichincha, Ecuador!
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Ecuadorian Wine of the Week
One of our xpadorian friends politely reminded me that The Wine Guy had been somewhat remiss about posting a retail wine reccomendation for his fellow Cuencanos as he promised to do with some regularity.
Disculpe me! OK, here goes: For you lovers of good full bodied red wine, but with a preference, as well, for smoother rounder tannins, keep an eye out for Montes Cabernet Sauvignon/Carmenere blend. It is typically about 70% cab and 30% carmenere. Montes is a renown Chilean winery that produces Montes Alpha, a consistently good South Amerivan Cabernet Sauvignon that frequently earns trade ratings in the 90 point and plus range. The blend is a well balanced wine and its wise usage of the carmenere grape makes us understand why carmenere was once almost as common in bordeaux blends as merlot (that was way way back when...less than 200 acres of Camenere is grown in all of France today and I've onlyread about two bordeaux that have small amounts of camenere in them...it still remains on the list of red grapes on the approved list).
I've seen this wine at La Taberna, Taxi and Zona Mayor with pricing that has ranged from $15 to $19 per bottle. It is worth the price particularly if you air the win out for 30 minutes. If any of our readers in the US stumble across this wine, I would appreciate knowing where and at what price as well as your thoughts as to the taste.
Sainte!
Disculpe me! OK, here goes: For you lovers of good full bodied red wine, but with a preference, as well, for smoother rounder tannins, keep an eye out for Montes Cabernet Sauvignon/Carmenere blend. It is typically about 70% cab and 30% carmenere. Montes is a renown Chilean winery that produces Montes Alpha, a consistently good South Amerivan Cabernet Sauvignon that frequently earns trade ratings in the 90 point and plus range. The blend is a well balanced wine and its wise usage of the carmenere grape makes us understand why carmenere was once almost as common in bordeaux blends as merlot (that was way way back when...less than 200 acres of Camenere is grown in all of France today and I've onlyread about two bordeaux that have small amounts of camenere in them...it still remains on the list of red grapes on the approved list).
I've seen this wine at La Taberna, Taxi and Zona Mayor with pricing that has ranged from $15 to $19 per bottle. It is worth the price particularly if you air the win out for 30 minutes. If any of our readers in the US stumble across this wine, I would appreciate knowing where and at what price as well as your thoughts as to the taste.
Sainte!
Monday, May 14, 2012
Moving to Ecuador: Do I Lawyer Up or Not? - Part 2
Finally, readers, here is the promised Part 2 in our examination of needing a lawyer's help in establishing ex-patriate residency in Ecuador. If you haven't yet read our first entry on this subject, I heartily suggest you stop reading this entry now and head to the archives for a review. Today's blog will be of more value for you if you do.
O.K. You either have already read Part 1 or you're back from the archives, so here goes: At the end of part 1, we Yazells had been approved for residency and had received our passports back with the appropriate visa stamp but had not yet obtained our formal cedulas. Part 2 begins with travel to Quito for that process. Getting a cedula typically begins with getting a censo at the local or provincial level. However, nearly all government offices have been out of the special paper to print the censos since December. It has been hinted that proposed changes may eliminate usage of the censo and that may be why there hasn't been a sense of urgency to obtain replacement paper, but that's speculation. It may be just be a simple lack of urgency, period. Ecuadorian bureaucracy is sometimes like that.
In any case, a lack of censo necessitated that our first bureaucratic visit in Quito would be at the central censo office where we would be issued a certificado de censo and then an instructional memorandum would be couriered by messenger to the Civil Registry office advising them to consider our application for issuance of cedula despite not having a formally issued censo. (I hope you're not confused yet because, in our case, it going to get a lot stickier!) An employee of our attorney picked us up bright and early Tuesday am and off we headed to the censo office to begin our task. They had already obtained a service number for us and made arrangements to have our stuff reviewed (You need stamped passports, more photos, copies of utility bills to show where you're residing and be sure you are aware of what your civic sector and church parish is). We were prepared and it looked as those things were going well until the agent handed back all our documents, wagging a disapproving finger and saying, "no permite certificado de censo". It seems even though we were approved for permanent visas and our passports were so stamped, they also contained a stamp for a temporary 12-IX six month extended visas which had not been formally cancelled. Adriana, our attorneys' employee, instructed us to wait at the censo office and headed out across town to a different office which would handle that cancellation. She also had three more sets of clients enroute from Cuenca to the Quito airport with the same six month visa stamp as well as permanent residency stamp as we had. They were expecting to follow right behind us in the bureaucratic process and would undoubtedly hit the same obstacle we had just encountered. Anyway, we settled into the waiting room and watched as scores of Ecuadorians and others got their numbers, waited and then exited with certificado de censos in hand. After an attempt or two at contacting Adriana failed we called back to Cuenca to make sure we hadn't been abandoned (all the while, the old Kingston Trio song about Charlie being stuck on the Boston MTA kept repeating itself in my brain..."did he ever return? no he never returned...."). After a couple of hours, we finally advised the Cuenca office to let Adriana know we were headed to the mall across the street for a needed restroom break (the bano in the censo office was down for repairs) and much needed nourishment.
Well, three steps out of the mall restroom toward the food court came the urgent call to return. We needed to be picked up via cab to join Adriana across town. It seems we had to be there in person to "apply" for the cancellation of the temporary visa and have yet more photos taken and, of course, pay the required cancellation fee. This was a "new" procedure but definitely one that had to be followed (As of the Thursday prior, our attorney had clients in Quito obtain their cedula without the "special" cancellation procedure on their 12-IX).
So across town we go, joining Adriana and the other sets of clients (who had fortunately been diverted from the airport prior to joining us at the restroom-less censo office). Into a upper floor waiting room we climbed. After about ten minutes, Adriana hands me our folders, says "quatro mas" and points to the number sign and then departs down the stairwell. I wait for four more numbers, then I grab Suzanne's hand, the files and head to the nearest empty chair where after a bright smile and cheery buenos tardes, I get the agent to smile and discover she does indeed speak a little English. After a few minutes that seemed hours long, we get photos taken (still haven't discovered why?) and I'm handed a bill, instructed to go downstairs, pay the cashier and come back with a receipt....no, I won't have to get a number and wait again...just return with the receipt when I have paid. On the way out, Suzanne is told to wait upstairs while I go down to pay. After 4 flights, I turn a corner and see a solitary sign "CAJA" (CASHIER) and, surprise, no line! That would be because there is no cashier on duty! "Almuerzo" (lunch) says a security guard in response to my puzzled, pained expression and then points to an empty chair at the end of a row of people holding slips of paper that looked similar to my "cancel your temporary visa fee" invoice. "Tiempo?" I queried as I headed toward the empty chair. "Posible uno, uno-media hora!"(maybe one to one and a half hours)came the rely from the guard, who by this time was headed back to the CAJA sign where a dozen or more people were lining up, all with slips of paper that looked just like mine.
Four flights above, Suzanne had no clue as to my status and I couldn't call (cell phone usage is not permitted and is often blocked in most governmental offices). Luckily, the Bolivian gentleman next to me spoke about the same amount of English as I did Espanol. It only took five minutes to get across that I really wanted a banos trip and could he save my seat until I returned? Getting a broad smile and cheery "claro" (certainly)in response, up the stairs I headed to advise Suzanne of our status. Mission accomplished, I then headed back downstairs (adding a real stop at the restroom, just in case)and reclaimed my seat in line.
Eventually, the fees were paid, I got the receipts and returned to our agent to get claim checks. We needed those to get back our passports the next day with the needed cancellation. "Si" the agent advised, someone could use those claim checks to pick up the passports for us! So that became the plan, Adriana would get our passports the next day, call us when all was in hand and then we would all head back to the censo office and get the ball re-rolling and get back on track again!!!
What we didn't count on was that the cancelado stamp has to be signed by the department head as authentic...only his inital or signature would do. Would you care to guess who was playing in a golf tournament that next morning? (Honest, folks, I'm not imaginative enough to make this kind of stuff up!)
Wednesday morning came and passed and so did our opportunity to get back on schedule. It was Thursday am before we headed to the censo again, this time successfully getting certificados and then headed to the civil registry to wait in line with literally hundreds of others applying for cedulas. Adriana managed to expedite our wait and at last (we're now into Thursday afternoon) I sat down, with great expectations, in a chair across from an agent. I tried my best not to be anxious as he went through the ever growing file on expadorian wannabe Roger Yazell. "Naciamento?" came the question. I replied in my best broken Spanish as to my birthday (I was born on St Patrick's Day...too bad this wasn't in Ireland...I might have gotten extra points for that!) My heart skipped a beat as I saw the dreaded wagging finger once again..."no cedula, Senor, a retorno tres semanas!". Adriana....help!!!!!
It turns out the inter-agency memorandum sent by courier from the censo office to the civil registry listed my birthday as March 11 while my passport listed March 17 (the clerk preparing the memo obviously misread and/or mistyped the date!). Because the two documents were NOT in agreement, my cedula application was denied and I could reapply in three weeks (which by the way turned out to be one week past the time allowed to apply for a cedula after receiving approval for residency). Talk about a real Catch 22! While the rest of the entourage went through their turns (Suzanne, by the way, got accepted, fingerprinted and photographed and was told her cedula would be ready the next afternoon), Adriana advised me the new plan was to head to the office of the head of censos and get a new instructional memo correcting the previous one and requesting an immediate re-review of my application.
OK, boys and girls, get ready for yet another I can't possibly make this kind of stuff up scenario: It turns out by the time Ariana got to his office, the director (the only person who could untie this Gordian knot we had encountered) was gone for the day. Adriana, therefore, planned to camp on his doorstep the next morning until she obtained the necessary error correction memo...she also made special advance arrangements to have an expedited courier deliver it as a priority to the civil registry once it was ready. (Our maximum day and a half process was preparing to enter day 4!) What she didn't know was that this official was newly appointed from a position in another governmental department and he was in transition, covering his old position in the morning and then coming to his new desk at midday. So it became noon hour before my very important memo could even begin to be drafted. By this time, Suzanne and I decided that if we were to have a chance at success, it would best if we met Adriana at the civil resistry (we certainly had become familiar with the location of the governmental offices over the previous three days!) Shortly after our arrival at the civil registery came a cell call from our attorneys office in Cuenca. Adriana had managed to get the messenger to allow her to read the correction memo and had discovered a different typo error had been made!!! Back to the office she immediately went to discover that he had left for (insert drum roll, here) Almuerzo!! (that would be lunchtime)$ Double aaargggh!
I'll skip a lot of details but suffice it to say, at this point we had pretty much abandoned hope of making our Friday evening flight back to Cuenca. Here's a quick summary of what happens next: Adriana with messenger in tow finally shows up in the plaza in front of the civil registry. It's before the end of the business day but 10 minutes after the building entry doors are closed and locked....the messenger uses his government badge to gain admission through the exit doors....convinces guard to allow us to go in with him. About 40 minutes later, same agent as before finally gives Roger a thumbs up and then photographs and fingerprints him for his cedula. (Huzzah!) Suzanne, meanwhile went to pickup her cedula which wasn't ready because someone questioned her being born in Peru, Illinois. It seems a supervisor in the registry thought she was trying to claim two birthplaces (It probably didn't help that Peru and Ecuador have had a recent war with each other!) Much explanation and a minor meltdown later, Suzanne actually gets her cedula!
We vainly attempt an airport run hoping to still get home to Cuenca and then, exhausted and battle weary, we discover our B and B can accomodate us for one more night. We head back there for dinner, a much welcomed bottle of wine and exhaustedly crash for the night!
This is a long and convoluted tale and it is certainly not a very typical one, but then again, one that can and probably will be repeated again in some fashion or another. We can almost laugh, now, at the incredulity of it, but it was a very stressful four days at the time. Our point to those who follow us is this: the sublimely ridiculous can and does unexpectedly happen in Ecuador. If you aren't fully bilingually, fully culturally aware and if you don't have the patience of Job, you will be in need of an extra resource to help you cope and get through the process. Even if your resources are excellent as we believe ours was... be aware they can also be caught unprepared and unaware. Hiring a lawyer and/or an Ecuadorian epeditor does not give you a guarantee there won't be problems. You have to, as we said in part 1, still do your own homework. Be prepared to deal with the unexpected, with contingencies and to assume ultimate responsibility. We know of another Cuenca couple who were in Quito at the same time we were who only spent about 4 hours in government offices as opposed to our 4 days. That how it goes in Ecuador. It can be simple and smooth one moment and terribly complex and frustrating the next.
There are numerous changes coming in the year ahead to the residency process including moving the governance of it from the department of the interior to the department of foreign affairs. It is even said that by year's end, application for residency will be able to be made in Cuenca. Eventually the process appears to be headed for needed improvement. However, the reality is that change is never easily accomplished in Ecuador. Be aware that either of the two scenarios, 4 hours or 4 days, could easily happen to anyone now and in the foreseeable future. It is entirely appropriate to ask if you are fully prepared to deal with either contingency all by yourself? In hindsight, I thought my legal aid in the Quito phase could have been handled better. I certainly and candidly, shared those thoughts with my attorneys as was my perogative as a client. However, in the end, I was still very grateful that I had retained them as a resource and I would not fared as well without them.
As I said above...you can't make this kind of stuff up. It simply does happen now and then. You might as well be prepared for it. We lived through it and we are now, happily, bona fide permanent residents of Ecuador. The saga of how it came to be will make for some good future story telling with our friends as Suzanne and I continue our journey, juntos en el camino de la vida!
O.K. You either have already read Part 1 or you're back from the archives, so here goes: At the end of part 1, we Yazells had been approved for residency and had received our passports back with the appropriate visa stamp but had not yet obtained our formal cedulas. Part 2 begins with travel to Quito for that process. Getting a cedula typically begins with getting a censo at the local or provincial level. However, nearly all government offices have been out of the special paper to print the censos since December. It has been hinted that proposed changes may eliminate usage of the censo and that may be why there hasn't been a sense of urgency to obtain replacement paper, but that's speculation. It may be just be a simple lack of urgency, period. Ecuadorian bureaucracy is sometimes like that.
In any case, a lack of censo necessitated that our first bureaucratic visit in Quito would be at the central censo office where we would be issued a certificado de censo and then an instructional memorandum would be couriered by messenger to the Civil Registry office advising them to consider our application for issuance of cedula despite not having a formally issued censo. (I hope you're not confused yet because, in our case, it going to get a lot stickier!) An employee of our attorney picked us up bright and early Tuesday am and off we headed to the censo office to begin our task. They had already obtained a service number for us and made arrangements to have our stuff reviewed (You need stamped passports, more photos, copies of utility bills to show where you're residing and be sure you are aware of what your civic sector and church parish is). We were prepared and it looked as those things were going well until the agent handed back all our documents, wagging a disapproving finger and saying, "no permite certificado de censo". It seems even though we were approved for permanent visas and our passports were so stamped, they also contained a stamp for a temporary 12-IX six month extended visas which had not been formally cancelled. Adriana, our attorneys' employee, instructed us to wait at the censo office and headed out across town to a different office which would handle that cancellation. She also had three more sets of clients enroute from Cuenca to the Quito airport with the same six month visa stamp as well as permanent residency stamp as we had. They were expecting to follow right behind us in the bureaucratic process and would undoubtedly hit the same obstacle we had just encountered. Anyway, we settled into the waiting room and watched as scores of Ecuadorians and others got their numbers, waited and then exited with certificado de censos in hand. After an attempt or two at contacting Adriana failed we called back to Cuenca to make sure we hadn't been abandoned (all the while, the old Kingston Trio song about Charlie being stuck on the Boston MTA kept repeating itself in my brain..."did he ever return? no he never returned...."). After a couple of hours, we finally advised the Cuenca office to let Adriana know we were headed to the mall across the street for a needed restroom break (the bano in the censo office was down for repairs) and much needed nourishment.
Well, three steps out of the mall restroom toward the food court came the urgent call to return. We needed to be picked up via cab to join Adriana across town. It seems we had to be there in person to "apply" for the cancellation of the temporary visa and have yet more photos taken and, of course, pay the required cancellation fee. This was a "new" procedure but definitely one that had to be followed (As of the Thursday prior, our attorney had clients in Quito obtain their cedula without the "special" cancellation procedure on their 12-IX).
So across town we go, joining Adriana and the other sets of clients (who had fortunately been diverted from the airport prior to joining us at the restroom-less censo office). Into a upper floor waiting room we climbed. After about ten minutes, Adriana hands me our folders, says "quatro mas" and points to the number sign and then departs down the stairwell. I wait for four more numbers, then I grab Suzanne's hand, the files and head to the nearest empty chair where after a bright smile and cheery buenos tardes, I get the agent to smile and discover she does indeed speak a little English. After a few minutes that seemed hours long, we get photos taken (still haven't discovered why?) and I'm handed a bill, instructed to go downstairs, pay the cashier and come back with a receipt....no, I won't have to get a number and wait again...just return with the receipt when I have paid. On the way out, Suzanne is told to wait upstairs while I go down to pay. After 4 flights, I turn a corner and see a solitary sign "CAJA" (CASHIER) and, surprise, no line! That would be because there is no cashier on duty! "Almuerzo" (lunch) says a security guard in response to my puzzled, pained expression and then points to an empty chair at the end of a row of people holding slips of paper that looked similar to my "cancel your temporary visa fee" invoice. "Tiempo?" I queried as I headed toward the empty chair. "Posible uno, uno-media hora!"(maybe one to one and a half hours)came the rely from the guard, who by this time was headed back to the CAJA sign where a dozen or more people were lining up, all with slips of paper that looked just like mine.
Four flights above, Suzanne had no clue as to my status and I couldn't call (cell phone usage is not permitted and is often blocked in most governmental offices). Luckily, the Bolivian gentleman next to me spoke about the same amount of English as I did Espanol. It only took five minutes to get across that I really wanted a banos trip and could he save my seat until I returned? Getting a broad smile and cheery "claro" (certainly)in response, up the stairs I headed to advise Suzanne of our status. Mission accomplished, I then headed back downstairs (adding a real stop at the restroom, just in case)and reclaimed my seat in line.
Eventually, the fees were paid, I got the receipts and returned to our agent to get claim checks. We needed those to get back our passports the next day with the needed cancellation. "Si" the agent advised, someone could use those claim checks to pick up the passports for us! So that became the plan, Adriana would get our passports the next day, call us when all was in hand and then we would all head back to the censo office and get the ball re-rolling and get back on track again!!!
What we didn't count on was that the cancelado stamp has to be signed by the department head as authentic...only his inital or signature would do. Would you care to guess who was playing in a golf tournament that next morning? (Honest, folks, I'm not imaginative enough to make this kind of stuff up!)
Wednesday morning came and passed and so did our opportunity to get back on schedule. It was Thursday am before we headed to the censo again, this time successfully getting certificados and then headed to the civil registry to wait in line with literally hundreds of others applying for cedulas. Adriana managed to expedite our wait and at last (we're now into Thursday afternoon) I sat down, with great expectations, in a chair across from an agent. I tried my best not to be anxious as he went through the ever growing file on expadorian wannabe Roger Yazell. "Naciamento?" came the question. I replied in my best broken Spanish as to my birthday (I was born on St Patrick's Day...too bad this wasn't in Ireland...I might have gotten extra points for that!) My heart skipped a beat as I saw the dreaded wagging finger once again..."no cedula, Senor, a retorno tres semanas!". Adriana....help!!!!!
It turns out the inter-agency memorandum sent by courier from the censo office to the civil registry listed my birthday as March 11 while my passport listed March 17 (the clerk preparing the memo obviously misread and/or mistyped the date!). Because the two documents were NOT in agreement, my cedula application was denied and I could reapply in three weeks (which by the way turned out to be one week past the time allowed to apply for a cedula after receiving approval for residency). Talk about a real Catch 22! While the rest of the entourage went through their turns (Suzanne, by the way, got accepted, fingerprinted and photographed and was told her cedula would be ready the next afternoon), Adriana advised me the new plan was to head to the office of the head of censos and get a new instructional memo correcting the previous one and requesting an immediate re-review of my application.
OK, boys and girls, get ready for yet another I can't possibly make this kind of stuff up scenario: It turns out by the time Ariana got to his office, the director (the only person who could untie this Gordian knot we had encountered) was gone for the day. Adriana, therefore, planned to camp on his doorstep the next morning until she obtained the necessary error correction memo...she also made special advance arrangements to have an expedited courier deliver it as a priority to the civil registry once it was ready. (Our maximum day and a half process was preparing to enter day 4!) What she didn't know was that this official was newly appointed from a position in another governmental department and he was in transition, covering his old position in the morning and then coming to his new desk at midday. So it became noon hour before my very important memo could even begin to be drafted. By this time, Suzanne and I decided that if we were to have a chance at success, it would best if we met Adriana at the civil resistry (we certainly had become familiar with the location of the governmental offices over the previous three days!) Shortly after our arrival at the civil registery came a cell call from our attorneys office in Cuenca. Adriana had managed to get the messenger to allow her to read the correction memo and had discovered a different typo error had been made!!! Back to the office she immediately went to discover that he had left for (insert drum roll, here) Almuerzo!! (that would be lunchtime)$ Double aaargggh!
I'll skip a lot of details but suffice it to say, at this point we had pretty much abandoned hope of making our Friday evening flight back to Cuenca. Here's a quick summary of what happens next: Adriana with messenger in tow finally shows up in the plaza in front of the civil registry. It's before the end of the business day but 10 minutes after the building entry doors are closed and locked....the messenger uses his government badge to gain admission through the exit doors....convinces guard to allow us to go in with him. About 40 minutes later, same agent as before finally gives Roger a thumbs up and then photographs and fingerprints him for his cedula. (Huzzah!) Suzanne, meanwhile went to pickup her cedula which wasn't ready because someone questioned her being born in Peru, Illinois. It seems a supervisor in the registry thought she was trying to claim two birthplaces (It probably didn't help that Peru and Ecuador have had a recent war with each other!) Much explanation and a minor meltdown later, Suzanne actually gets her cedula!
We vainly attempt an airport run hoping to still get home to Cuenca and then, exhausted and battle weary, we discover our B and B can accomodate us for one more night. We head back there for dinner, a much welcomed bottle of wine and exhaustedly crash for the night!
This is a long and convoluted tale and it is certainly not a very typical one, but then again, one that can and probably will be repeated again in some fashion or another. We can almost laugh, now, at the incredulity of it, but it was a very stressful four days at the time. Our point to those who follow us is this: the sublimely ridiculous can and does unexpectedly happen in Ecuador. If you aren't fully bilingually, fully culturally aware and if you don't have the patience of Job, you will be in need of an extra resource to help you cope and get through the process. Even if your resources are excellent as we believe ours was... be aware they can also be caught unprepared and unaware. Hiring a lawyer and/or an Ecuadorian epeditor does not give you a guarantee there won't be problems. You have to, as we said in part 1, still do your own homework. Be prepared to deal with the unexpected, with contingencies and to assume ultimate responsibility. We know of another Cuenca couple who were in Quito at the same time we were who only spent about 4 hours in government offices as opposed to our 4 days. That how it goes in Ecuador. It can be simple and smooth one moment and terribly complex and frustrating the next.
There are numerous changes coming in the year ahead to the residency process including moving the governance of it from the department of the interior to the department of foreign affairs. It is even said that by year's end, application for residency will be able to be made in Cuenca. Eventually the process appears to be headed for needed improvement. However, the reality is that change is never easily accomplished in Ecuador. Be aware that either of the two scenarios, 4 hours or 4 days, could easily happen to anyone now and in the foreseeable future. It is entirely appropriate to ask if you are fully prepared to deal with either contingency all by yourself? In hindsight, I thought my legal aid in the Quito phase could have been handled better. I certainly and candidly, shared those thoughts with my attorneys as was my perogative as a client. However, in the end, I was still very grateful that I had retained them as a resource and I would not fared as well without them.
As I said above...you can't make this kind of stuff up. It simply does happen now and then. You might as well be prepared for it. We lived through it and we are now, happily, bona fide permanent residents of Ecuador. The saga of how it came to be will make for some good future story telling with our friends as Suzanne and I continue our journey, juntos en el camino de la vida!
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Some Miscellaneous Good Stuff going on!
OK, I know we promised an update on our Quito cedula experience but I'm postponing that saga again! Some good events and happenings this week deserve some priority attention, especially after the stress of the past couple of weeks.
It started Sunday with a brunch visit to Cafe San Sebas on Plaza San Sebastian in the historico centro. This popular cafe added live music this past weekend and the performers included our friend Bill Keyes. The fetching Mrs Wine Guy and I even danced a number which made Facebook thanks to other friends in attendance. It was Bill's birthday so we got to share some ice cream in celebration when we bumped into Bill and Dean as well as their neighbors Jim and Debbie later on downtown. A very nice day! Monday, Suzanne and I headed out together to just browse and have some fun...we scored some bath mats for the new house, bought a couple of plants and found a new cheese shop to try. Returning home, we decided to move the outdoor furniture that's been sitting in our empty living room out to our recently finished back patio for a trial run. We prepared a meal of salad, potatoes and steak with some gouda cheese on the side. We lit our first fire with decent firewood in our new ciminea and opened a bottle of eight year old reserva cabernet from the Torres estate in Chile and thoroughly enjoyed the evening!
This morning, an email from our shipping agent advised us our container had FINALLY been reloaded on a ship and was awaiting departure. The container contains all the stuff we need to set up real housekeeping in our new home and it had been unexpectedly pulled off ship for checking by US Customs and Homeland Security (stay tuned...that's a wooper of a tale for another upcoming blog!) In any case, we are now looking forward to our stuff being unpacked soon (baring being dumped into the sea or hijacked!). Our container ship, the Constantin S, should be asea on Wednesday and we can track its progress via satellite tracking.
We're still limited in photo posting capabilities until our container arrives with our regular computer but you can see a photo of the ship that's tranporting our family treaures at this link: http://photos2.marinetraffic.com/ais/showphoto.aspx?photoid=402927&size=full
It's been a good couple of days and a good time for the Yazells to stop and count our blessings as we prepare to for the next big step "juntos en el camino de la vida".
Oh, and the wine reccomendation this week for my Ecuadorian wine shopping friends is Santa Digna Cabernet Sauvignon Reserva....it's the wine Suzanne and I enjoyed fireside last night. I picked up my bottle at Zona Mejor next to the Feria Libre.
It started Sunday with a brunch visit to Cafe San Sebas on Plaza San Sebastian in the historico centro. This popular cafe added live music this past weekend and the performers included our friend Bill Keyes. The fetching Mrs Wine Guy and I even danced a number which made Facebook thanks to other friends in attendance. It was Bill's birthday so we got to share some ice cream in celebration when we bumped into Bill and Dean as well as their neighbors Jim and Debbie later on downtown. A very nice day! Monday, Suzanne and I headed out together to just browse and have some fun...we scored some bath mats for the new house, bought a couple of plants and found a new cheese shop to try. Returning home, we decided to move the outdoor furniture that's been sitting in our empty living room out to our recently finished back patio for a trial run. We prepared a meal of salad, potatoes and steak with some gouda cheese on the side. We lit our first fire with decent firewood in our new ciminea and opened a bottle of eight year old reserva cabernet from the Torres estate in Chile and thoroughly enjoyed the evening!
This morning, an email from our shipping agent advised us our container had FINALLY been reloaded on a ship and was awaiting departure. The container contains all the stuff we need to set up real housekeeping in our new home and it had been unexpectedly pulled off ship for checking by US Customs and Homeland Security (stay tuned...that's a wooper of a tale for another upcoming blog!) In any case, we are now looking forward to our stuff being unpacked soon (baring being dumped into the sea or hijacked!). Our container ship, the Constantin S, should be asea on Wednesday and we can track its progress via satellite tracking.
We're still limited in photo posting capabilities until our container arrives with our regular computer but you can see a photo of the ship that's tranporting our family treaures at this link: http://photos2.marinetraffic.com/ais/showphoto.aspx?photoid=402927&size=full
It's been a good couple of days and a good time for the Yazells to stop and count our blessings as we prepare to for the next big step "juntos en el camino de la vida".
Oh, and the wine reccomendation this week for my Ecuadorian wine shopping friends is Santa Digna Cabernet Sauvignon Reserva....it's the wine Suzanne and I enjoyed fireside last night. I picked up my bottle at Zona Mejor next to the Feria Libre.
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