I am in the village and there is a very large crowd of people, much busier than it is on market day, I can tell that many of these people are not from these parts. I can see the usual array of market stalls, an old gentleman selling various sized containers that have been weaved out of some kind of straw like material. I see an old woman selling pottery, her hands are gesturing towards the sky as if she's praying for more customers. The village is brightly decorated with bunting criss-crossing the street from one house to another, a burning incense like odour is filling the air, many of the people are dressed in traditional Ecuadorian costumes, others in fancy dress. There is some kind of festival taking place and I can hear plenty of loud music playing, lots of people dancing and singing in a carnival atmosphere.
I have a part to play in the procession which is making its way through the main street of the village. Myself and three other girls in white dresses with a yellow sash and yellow ribbons in our hair which seems to make a big impression on me as I very rarely seem to have an opportunity to wear anything as pretty as this. There are two little boys with us each leading a llama and us girls are dancing around them, flitting in and out and between them on tiptoe, each of us are holding a short pole with red and white streamers trailing out behind us, making a wavy pattern as we swirl our arms around. We've been rehearsing this dance together all day.
I'm feeling extremely proud of myself being a part of this procession, and I'm scanning the crowd of people, looking for my Papi among the spectators, I know he's waiting to wave to me as I pass by. Some people in the crowd are throwing single flowers at us but I'm too busy to catch any or pick any of them up, some of them land on the llama, but they soon fall off, I don't think we manage to save any of them by the time we finish.
Finally I can see Papi, he's climbed up on top of a porchway in front of one of the houses, and I can hear him calling me, he's got his hat in his hand and he's waving frantically, trying to catch my attention but I've already seen him and a big smile breaks out on my face as we make eye contact. I can see him tapping on somebody's shoulder and pointing at me, probably telling a complete stranger to look at his daughter
, he looks very proud of me.