Over the weekend we went to Huaral and the neighbouring town, Chancay, to see Olga's godmother. She is 83 and lives with her son, Luis. Luis is a lawyer. His sister lives nearby and she and her husband have a company called Agrobiotico. Anything "biotico" in Peru is associated with "natural". So his business is to attack any crop pests using non-chemical, natural techniques. The business seems to be growing. They now have 3 offices in agricultural areas of Peru.
Soon after we arrived we went out to lunch. Hector, Olga'sister's husband, wanted to eat cuy. Cuy is guinea pig. It is a real treat for Peruvians.
Olga assures us that this is indeed a guinea pig and not a rat. She says she knows this because "rats have much smaller heads". I am afraid to ask how she knows this!! In any event, this animal certainly has a large head compared to the est of its body.
This is picture of Olga's godmother and her son, Luis. Luis lost his hands when he picked up a live wire as a young child. In his home there is a picture of himself on a bicycle, holding onto the handlebars with both hands. Very poignant. Luis drives a car. His compromise is that he drives an automatic and not a standard.
He manages a smartphone with ease. Ester brought him a stylus so it would be easier to type on his phone. Currently he uses the end of his arm to tap the screen so he doesn't send many text mesages from his phone.
We stayed overnight at a local hostal. Clean, hot water and cable tv for $22. But no breakfast so we went to a chicheronia. Chicheron is deep fried pieces of prok. Pork belly is best. You are given some pork, fried sweet potato and an onion salsa and then make your own sandwich.
The restaurant did all its cooking right as you come into the restaurant. You can see this in the background. The best way to advertise your food is to let people see you cooking it. This picture is of Olga, her sister, Ester, and her husband, Hector.
Later on Sunday we drove to a nearby coastal town called Chancay. It is a nice beach town but getting to the beach involves a bit of a climb; first down and then back up.
It is a long way down so we just stayed up top and looked on. You don't need a net to play beach volleyball it seems.
We went to a bar that looks out on the beach and they played two songs about different women called Olga. Everyone likes to dance.
This is Olga dancing with her godmother's younger sister and in the background, her godmother dancing with her son.
La madrina with her grandson.
Ester and Hector.
Go to the first beach picture and along the top of the precipice you will see a large awning and someone standing under it. his was our final destination. Peru is known for its food and there are many food shows in tv including a few that go out into the country looking for the next great restaurant. Under that awning is a family restaurant with no sign that was showcased by one of these programs. The owner is a fisherman who then comes home and cooks for his guests.
The "road" to the restaurant is not much of a road. There is no sign. This makes this restaurant what Peruvians call a huarique - an informal restaurant.
The awning I talked about early is actually covering public land which will one day become a promenade.
Here is a better shot of the beach below.
The meal was delicious. We had a fish stew, ceviche, arroz con mariscos and lots of beer. The foto is one of six servings of the stew.
We were invited back into the kitchento see the food prepared.
Dig in.
Tha man in the blue hat - El Gringo - is the owner. He also caught all of the fish personally. This was a great afternoon.
Soon after we arrived we went out to lunch. Hector, Olga'sister's husband, wanted to eat cuy. Cuy is guinea pig. It is a real treat for Peruvians.
Olga assures us that this is indeed a guinea pig and not a rat. She says she knows this because "rats have much smaller heads". I am afraid to ask how she knows this!! In any event, this animal certainly has a large head compared to the est of its body.
This is picture of Olga's godmother and her son, Luis. Luis lost his hands when he picked up a live wire as a young child. In his home there is a picture of himself on a bicycle, holding onto the handlebars with both hands. Very poignant. Luis drives a car. His compromise is that he drives an automatic and not a standard.
He manages a smartphone with ease. Ester brought him a stylus so it would be easier to type on his phone. Currently he uses the end of his arm to tap the screen so he doesn't send many text mesages from his phone.
We stayed overnight at a local hostal. Clean, hot water and cable tv for $22. But no breakfast so we went to a chicheronia. Chicheron is deep fried pieces of prok. Pork belly is best. You are given some pork, fried sweet potato and an onion salsa and then make your own sandwich.
The restaurant did all its cooking right as you come into the restaurant. You can see this in the background. The best way to advertise your food is to let people see you cooking it. This picture is of Olga, her sister, Ester, and her husband, Hector.
Later on Sunday we drove to a nearby coastal town called Chancay. It is a nice beach town but getting to the beach involves a bit of a climb; first down and then back up.
It is a long way down so we just stayed up top and looked on. You don't need a net to play beach volleyball it seems.
We went to a bar that looks out on the beach and they played two songs about different women called Olga. Everyone likes to dance.
This is Olga dancing with her godmother's younger sister and in the background, her godmother dancing with her son.
La madrina with her grandson.
Ester and Hector.
Go to the first beach picture and along the top of the precipice you will see a large awning and someone standing under it. his was our final destination. Peru is known for its food and there are many food shows in tv including a few that go out into the country looking for the next great restaurant. Under that awning is a family restaurant with no sign that was showcased by one of these programs. The owner is a fisherman who then comes home and cooks for his guests.
The "road" to the restaurant is not much of a road. There is no sign. This makes this restaurant what Peruvians call a huarique - an informal restaurant.
The awning I talked about early is actually covering public land which will one day become a promenade.
Here is a better shot of the beach below.
The meal was delicious. We had a fish stew, ceviche, arroz con mariscos and lots of beer. The foto is one of six servings of the stew.
We were invited back into the kitchento see the food prepared.
Dig in.
Tha man in the blue hat - El Gringo - is the owner. He also caught all of the fish personally. This was a great afternoon.
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