I said before that I would try to finish some posts from our last trip and put them up even if they weren’t in chronological order.  So here we have the second post regarding our time in Putre.  If you want to refresh your memory about the people/place, you can read my first post on Putre: Out of the Desert and into…the Desert. So here it goes…

Besides being beset in all directions by wondrous natural beauty, the town of Putre is also filled with some of the friendliest locals that we encountered on our trip – people who literally go out of their way to help you.  People say things like,“You want bread?  Well, I don’t have any right now, let me walk you to the store that does.”  The small store that I frequented most often was run by a rather mirthful man who liked to make jokes whether the tourists understood him or not.  I totally understand how he feels – most of the time in the classroom my jokes are just for my amusement.  For instance, some European tourists came in to buy some tissue.  After a lot of motioning, he finally figured out what they wanted.  He handed them the box with feigned horror – “Gripe de Cerdo!” he shouted, and then started laughing hysterically.  The tourists had no idea what was going on and left with a puzzled look on their faces.  I giggled despite the fact that swine flu was being taken quite seriously at the time – we had been scrupulously interrogated at the border crossing to make sure we weren’t going to cause an epidemic. Continue reading “A Blast from the Past Trip: A Thirst for the Desert” →