Ecuador, Deep and Colorful

We´ve been in Quito, Ecuador since Tuesday, May 4.  We´ve seen and done much, but mostly we´ve just been living here with the family and enjoying the rich experience of being in the hot sun of the day and the cool breeze of the night.

We´ve gone to a parade held by the school where Edwin, Cecilia´s brother, teaches. 

The parade was set to begin at 10:00 AM, and sure enough, people were arriving, getting ready, and assembling on the street at 10:00 AM sharp.  Parents and locals gathered for the procession of the yough. 

The parade began with the ¨War Band¨setting the beat.  All drums, some snare, some bass. 
The batonistas surrounded the drummer boys in front and behind, twirling their batons. 
The valedictorian of the school and the two other best students led the procession bearing the flags of the nation, the school, and the city. 

Following was a display of the many cultures, dances, and people groups within Ecuador.  The entire school from the youngest first graders to graduating high-schoolers had a part to play. 

In the park nearby, some kids were setting off firework rockets that boomed overhead, and seemed to match the beat of the drummers.  One mis-fired and landed in a half-constructed building across the street from where we stood watching.  Lucy it exploded on the ground behind a brick wall, hurting noone, just setting off a few car alarms.

We watched from the shade of a building, Cecilia, Nate, and the moms, Maria and Christine.  It was a seemingly endless parade of children, bands, and cars dressed up to portray the rich culture of various different parts of the country. 

I was struck by the amazing fact that here in Ecuador, the culture, the history, the dances, and the people are connected and celebrated by all.  It´s not for the tourists to come and pay to be entertained.  It´s close to the heart of the people, and it´s celebrated in the streets far far away from the tourists with their cameras.  To be there was like being included in a procession that has been marching along since the distant past, before the spanish came, before there were written records and recording devices to capture the moment forever.  It was like being invited as a very special guest, and I will always remember it.