Virginia finally joined us and told us we were in the wrong place. And we were. We had gone to exactly the place she had told us, but the right place had a different name!
After a leisurely lunch in a cafe where the proprietors streamed an American country-western station on the Internet, we hailed a taxi and went to the Ibarra mall. Found the SuperMaxi grocery store and stocked up on the meat we'll need between now (Thursday) and next Tuesday, when we leave for Quito. Also found a large box of tissue, which I'd been unable to find anywhere else, and replenished the laundry detergent, dishwashing soap, butter and salad dressing we've used.
On the way home we stopped in San Antonio, known for its woodcarvers. We watched a man using a chain saw on a tree trunk to sculpt a statue of the monseignor of San Antonio, who had died recently.
I found a simple three-piece indigenous nativity set for $8. It will be a great reminder of our trip.
We were approached by a student from the university, who is studying tourism and had an assignment to interview a tourist. She had to speak English, and so did I. Art took our picture and I told one of the student's friends I'd be posting it to my blog. I provided my email address and said if they would send me an email I would direct them to my blog. One of the students wants to continue to correspond. I've done that before, with young people in West Virginia, Turkey, and Viet Nam.
We got back to San Pablo at 6:00 p.m. Venancia was preparing our dinner and making fresh fruit juice. All the laundry had been brought in. It was good to be home!