Cuenca is becoming a real experience for me. Communicating with locals becomes easier day by day. Cuencanos have stopped trying to speak to me in English. I even find myself talking politics with my host father nightly. It provides the kind of feeling when you know you're going to make it. This is why I came to Cuenca.
Estudio Sampere has greatly helped me with my grammar in the last week. They're unbelievable gains as far as I'm concerned. If anybody knows how frustrating subjunctive sentences can be in Spanish, you know what I'm talking about.
I haven't made it to Baños yet, unfortunately. But I've made it a goal to get there this week. Paul tells me that they are hot springs where people can come to relax in the early hours of the morning. Furthermore, Cajas National Park and The Cuencan Museum of Religious Artifacts are on that list as well. This coming Sunday I am going with Sampere to several rural pueblos to get a taste of life outside of the city. The usual tourist fare, you know...
As for my family, I can hardly leave the house without having to look over my shoulder. Caro and her cadre of ping pong extraordinaries are waiting for those moments so they can rain down buckets of water on my way out the door. This is Cuenca.
The picture I have posted is of the Azuay ruins, adjacent to El Río Tomebamba.
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