Our reason for coming to Cuenca and getting an apartment - my volunteering in a women's clinic was all for naught. Our arrival coincided with a new decree/law put out by the President in which medical volunteers are no longer welcome. They are taking jobs from unemployed doctors and nurses, or so he says. What he wants however, is for all the ngo's to donate all the $$ that would be spent on the volunteer process to the government so that he can use it to hire into the positions that had previously been filled by volunteers. I even met a woman on the bus who I started to talk to while waiting for the bus who is a retired doctor. She had also been volunteering as a doctor 3 days a week, 4-5 hours a day, in a clinic and was let go also. So now she is looking for volunteer work outside of the country. So now I am looking for something else.
Cuenca, city of eternal spring, is a wonderful town, nestled in a valley at 8300 feet in altitude. Nestled, as it is, the winds don't come down into town like one would think the do unless the are blowing down or up the valley. It is like a bowl with the foul air from the vehicles and diesel buses and trucks, sitting in the bottom of the bowl. There is nothing to take these pollutants away from within the city streets. It is especially bad along the main thoroughfares and within the Old center of town - the UNESCO Heritage part. This however, does not detract from the beauty of the place. There are 3 rivers flowing through Cuenca, and one of them is said to be as clear and pure as when it comes down from the mountains. I have not tasted any of them to see and do not intend to. It is a culturally diverse community: expats, Latinos and indigenous all rolled into one. The architecture is fabulous and the cultural events occur almost daily and a lot of them are free. The old and the new, the typical found in the streets, and the wonderfully weird.
Now we will be on the move again ...