Sunday, May 17, 2009

This is a trip we took to Monesfu where I was asked to drive, told to drive the wrong way down a one-way street, and then arrested because of it. Luckily I was with a car full of people who all spoke Spanish. All I had to do was stand in the police station and smile while everyone worked out the details.


I love raspadillas. They are snow cones, but the syrups are much better because they are made from real fruit. I sometimes find little ants in my raspadilla that somehow got into the syrup.
The vendors have hand-held metal devices that shave thin layers of ice off a big block.
This particular raspadilla stand has been here for years and is well known by everyone in Chiclayo. This man has been making raspadillas since he was a little boy; in fact, his mother, who is pictured here, sold raspadillas while she was pregnant with him. Cute!

Los sabores: coco, piƱa, fresca, tamarindo, lucuma, coco
Darrin and his raspadilla, 2 soles; but you have to return the mug

A bee Darrin found in his raspadilla