Wandered through the Plaza de San Bartholomeo and discovered a bunch of tents advertising a small Organic Food Festival. More or less it was a small organic veggie market, with some honey, and delicious smelling baking chocolate from the jungle. I hung around long enough to buy a bar of baking chocolate and watch a cooking demonstration by the Sous-Chef of Chi Cha, Gaston's restaurant in Cusco. Mmm tasty. Then I kept walking, suddenly realizing I was near this really cool bulk cooking-and-other-things store and that I desperately want a new teapot (as the boys in the apt broke the old one...) So I went in and got a teapot! And it whistles! I did end up at the grocery to get the things I wanted (except they didn't have kleenex... how can a grocery store not have kleenex?) and because it was such a nice day I decided I wanted flowers, so I wandered across the street to the Mercado de San Pedro and bought myself S/11 of Gladolius and these other pretty blue flowers. I then had to walk home and not hit anyone with said flowers (It's a ridiculously large bouquet).
These are my flowers in my room!! So very pretty!
However, after coming home, arranging my flowers, making lunch, and cleaning the kitchen, it was still nice out, so I decided I'd take my Manta to the nameless park near my house to weave for a bit. I attracted quite a crowd of Peruvians-- they all wanted to ask about what I was weaving, what material, where did I learn, how long have I been here, when do I think I'll finish it, ect, ect. I just kept weaving and talking to la Senorias, and when they all finally disbanded, a police officer came over (others had already been there earlier, talking to la Senoras), but instead of asking questions about my weaving, this one wanted to know if I had a permit. I was like "What? Isn't this a public space? It's not for sale or anything..." and he was like "Permits may be obtained on the second floor of that building over there." And then he stared at me until I left. So I was effectively kicked out of the park for weaving. Only in Cusco...
Went to the Real McCoy on the way home for Lemonaide, and discovered that I am officially a local! I was talking to the woman who runs the place and she invited me to do a talk on regional weaving sometime in May. She also offered to include me in her under-the-table goat cheese selling (they get it from a vendor who only sells to restaurants, so she orders extra for the ex-pat locals who want it). You know what this means, yea? I get my own container of goat cheese!!!! And on my way out she put me on the locals discount list, because I live here and now I get 20% off whatever I get there. So yea, I'm a local.
And to make everything better, there was so much sunshine today, most of my laundry is already dry. For the win.
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