Again, Friday ended up being the most interesting day of the week. I return to Otavalo every Thursday for Spanish classes, and return to Ucsha in the morning for class. On the walk to the bus stop and on the bus ride, I found myself enjoying gorgeous panoramas of the lush, green mountains that surround Otavalo and Ucsha. However, as the children began to arrive for class, my curiousity was piqued. Along with school children, a crowd of adults and teenagers gathered on the playground. Furthermore, every person had dour look on his or her face, and held any one of a variety of farm implements, such as: axes, hammers, shovels and a plethora of machetes. Even though it was completely unreasonable, I couldn´t help but picture mob scenes from old movies, the ones in which
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