Justin's Shower and the Zoo

 Now that Julia is back home, we have been working to get Justin's apartment shower to be accessible.  There is a lip of four inches outside of the shower and a drop of about three inches into the shower.  The space in front of the shower is tight and faces his laundry closet.  

We bought a curb ramp to address the outside lip. It's a short and steep up for a shower chair moving sideways.  For the inside, we are trying out a perforated rubber mat on the bottom, paving stones on top of the rubber mat, and then another rubber mat on top.  This still leaves a way for the water to drain.  

His staff has been doing sponge baths for over a month, but the house manager isn't happy about that as a long term plan.  Justin is fine with the sponge baths and isn't thrilled about the potential bumpy ride in and out of the shower.  Even when he had a walk-in shower in the dorms, he was only showering once per week to supplement sponge baths.

Sunday morning, we will try it out and see if the plan (and Justin) works. We will go slow.  We practiced with the empty shower chair, but adding 180 lbs to the shower chair will be a significant change. 

We dragged Justin out of his apartment yesterday and walked over to the nearby Madison zoo with one of his caregivers.  Justin never wants to leave but is usually happy when he finally gets outside.  Yesterday was a nice sunny day in the 60's, and he didn't get too cold (Justin never wears long pants or shoes--even in the middle of winter).

We then ordered a Wisconsin fish fry for carry-out, and then watched some of the Milwaukee Bucks' basketball game at Justin's apartment.  Watching tv sports and playing video games is how Justin currently spends most of his time.  

I have to say that he has been doing a better job of managing his personal finances.  He successfully negotiated  receiving both energy and internet subsidies for low income folks.  Justin also has an appointment next week with Wisconsin Department of Vocational Rehabilitation to see about part time job options.  And he figured out a way to get an absentee ballot for his new address and voted!

Cusco Tour

 Julia and I generally do not sign up for tours, preferring to look things over on our own.  In fact, on the day before our guided tour, we went to the market on our own and and enjoyed that experience.  

 

But when you are in a foreign land, there are some questions that you just can't answer without the help of a local.  Like what the heck is that?

As I mentioned before, one doesn't hike the Inca Trail solo.  The Peruvian government requires that foreigners be escorted by a licensed guide, who is almost always employed by the tour companies.  We chose our tour company because they received excellent TripAdvisor reviews and also are known for smaller groups.  We expected our trekking group to be about 8-12 people.  When our guide showed up at our hotel, we learned that our group was four people, and the other two people were working out some travel issues.  As a result, we would be receiving a private tour.

Freddy turned out to be a great tour guide: down-to-earth, low key, relaxed, and not afraid to express his personal opinion or to ask yours.  

That gray stuff in the pic up above taken from the public market?  Julia and I speculated that it was some kind of weird seafood.  Nope, Freddy said, it's yerky.  Julia and I looked at each other before it clicked:  jerky.  In Peru, meat is heavily salted for preservation.  After it's salted and dried, and salted and dried, and salted and dried, that's what Peruvian jerky looks like.  It did not look like something that I wanted to put in my mouth.

During the first part of the tour, Freddy took us up into the hillside to the ruins near Cristo Blanco.  While we learned a lot about the Inca culture, Freddie was blunt about the fact that so much is still unknown.  The stones used to build the temples and government buildings were moved long distances and up steep mountainsides.  The Inca had no horses or oxen.  There were no steel tools for cutting or shaping stone.  

Experts today can only hypothesize how the materials for construction were transported and then used at the building sites.  And the hypotheses keep changing as more ruins are uncovered and analyzed. 

 

Sacrifice Altar for people and animals

Window to a window to a window

Why can't we look back at the Inca written history to answer some of these questions?  Because there isn't any.  The Inca depended upon an oral history.

When the Spanish arrived during the 1500's, they killed off all of the leaders and educated people among the Inca.  The Spanish also destroyed many temples.  As a result, their history was mostly lost.  The Spanish didn't care much about learning the Inca construction techniques, but they were seriously focused about learning where the hidden Inca gold was.  As it turns out, there is very little gold or silver in the Cusco area.  The precious metals mined from other places in Peru were carefully hidden away  in the jungle--and only the elite knew the hiding places. 

When the Spanish demanded to know where the gold was, the remaining Inca honestly answered that all of the people who had the answers were dead.  To this day, treasure hunters are still trying to find the Inca gold.

Until we talked to Freddy, we had admired dozens of large Spanish churches.  Freddy told us that the Spanish destroyed the Inca temples in Cusco,  and replaced them with Catholic churches on the same sites.  Somehow, the cathedrals didn't seem quite as beautiful with that knowledge.

Freddy left us around noon, letting us know for the first time that he would be our Inca Trail guide also.  We would meet that night with our fellow trekkers and for our orientation. 

 

Peruvian Dining

The place that we heard and read about was called Chicha.  One doesn't get a table for dinner there without reservations.   And there were simply no reservations available before our Inca Trail hike, unless we were willing to eat at 9:30 p.m.  I'm not one for eating a meal right before bedtime.

Instead, we ended up at a place called Morena Peruvian kitchen which overlooked the Plaza de Armas. Peru is well-known for delicious food, and this was probably the best dining experience that we've had in many years anywhere for less than the price of Olive Garden in the U.S.

It started with a Pisco Sour.  Pisco is a grape distilled spirit.  The cocktail is generally made with Pisco, lime juice, egg white, and bitters.  Mine had some other fresh juices in it and was made table-side--something new to me.

Julia and I shared an appetizer:  grilled alpaca on a skewer, along with  potatoes and vegetables.  Peru has over 200 varieties of potatoes. 

Yes, the flowers are edible

Julia had a non-alcoholic drink made from purple corn and a chicken dish.

I had what they called beef stir-fry, but that doesn't do it justice. The marinated beef was flavorful and so tender that you could cut it with a fork.

 

Next up:  our guided tour of Cusco's public market and historical sites.

Summer has moved to October

After about a week of lighting up my fireplace insert to keep warm in the house, summer came back with 80 degree temperatures over the weekend.  

Justin is all moved into his apartment.  In fact, he is so moved in that he almost never leaves.  Justin has a very narrow temperature range of comfort.  Above 80, and he's too hot.  Below 65, and he's too cold.  So when he called me up and asked me to take him to the Madison Farmer's Market today, I was glad to oblige.  

Justin lives only a couple of miles from the state capitol where the market takes place.  So he rolled out the front door, and I got some additional steps in after my early morning walk with Callie. Justin's chair is rated for 8 miles without a charge, but the battery is reaching the end of its life so we kept an eye on the battery.  Before we finished, we picked up some buffalo beef jerky for Justin and a big bag of Thai chili peppers for me.  

Justin wanted to watch the Wisconsin Purdue game in his apartment, so we parted ways.  I went over to the patio of Working Draft Beer Company and sipped on "Dad Bod" Stout, which Bill from Nebraska would have loved.  A simple oatmeal stout with chocolate malt (dark roasted barley).  Simple, full-bodied, flavorful and not too much alcohol.

 

Julia has been visiting our daughter Allie in California.  She should be returning home on Tuesday.  I better get the house cleaned up.

Peruvian Chocolate Factory

Long time readers will recall that Julia and I took a tour of a chocolate factory in Belize in 2019. It isn't a coincidence that we toured one in Peru.  First, I love chocolate.  Second, there is a roasting process for cocoa beans (technically, cacoa seeds) that is somewhat similar to the roasting process for coffee.

When I roasted coffee commercially, I was approached by an investor in a Hawaii chocolate operation  He wondered if there might be a way for me to roast cocoa beans in my Lodi shop. Meh, it wouldn't really be practical.  The temperatures are much lower for roasting.  And coffee beans and cacoa seeds don't mix very well on the same roasting machine in terms of odors and the clean-up.

But I'm still very interested in the process.  The chocolate factory was around the corner from our hotel and offered a free self-tour.  We feasted our eyes on the process but didn't buy anything here due to the "special" gringo prices.  We later bought chocolate at the general market (more on that later).

Cacao Seeds and Sugar

This photograph shows the seed grinder and the mixers for the cacao and sugar.  Factory workers are shaping and packaging.

Roaster is upper right

 

Final product

Sunday Morning Coming Down

When Julia and I came down the steep stairs from Cristo Blanco, we were greeted by all kinds of festivities in the Plaza de Armas, which take place every Sunday morning.

Girls Middle School Band

 

The photo above shows both the adult band and the local officials under the red tent presiding over the flag ceremony.  On every Sunday morning, hundreds of local people in Cusco come to the plaza to watch the raising of the Peruvian flag and the flag of Cusco.  Patriotic songs are sung to cheers.  The flag ceremony takes well over an hour, including speeches.  All of that time the flag raisers must stand at attention.

Elections were to take place the following Sunday.  In Peru, voting is mandatory.  There are no alcohol sales on the day preceding the election, the day of the election, or the day after the election.  Voter id cards are required.  There are stiff fines for not voting.  Because so many people had their voter id card expire during the pandemic, there were long lines of people wearing masks to enter buildings in order to renew their voting cards during the week before the election.  The reason that elections take place on Sundays is because that is the day off for family.  Work is not an excuse.  If one is required to work on Sunday, employers are required to let employees have time off to vote.  

Food for thought.