For the past two days I’ve been taking weaving classes at the Center for Traditional Textiles of Cusco. The Center seeks to preserve traditional weaving techniques. Learning weaving is hard enough, but throw in the fact that my teacher has been speaking entirely in Spanish and things are a bit complicated. At times my teacher has to more or less grab my hand and fingers and force them into their appropriate movements. It has been good (Spanish and weaving) practice though and after a while I did get the hang of things. I’ve had a lot of fun with the classes. When I return to the States I want to keep learning how to weave.
First Attempt. The straight lines:
This narrow band is called a jakima (pronounced hakima). It is the first thing Peruvian children (and American gringos) learn how to weave.
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Second Attempt. Perfecting the cross pattern
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Third Attempt. Trying out the “S” pattern
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Fourth Attempt. Combining two patterns. This one was obviously the hardest, but the most fun to do. I’m pretty proud of this one!
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Progress after 2 days, twelve hours total of private instruction (not too shabby if I may say so myself):
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Tonight, by an awesome stroke of good timing I ran into Marshall the American whom I met in Arequipa and traveled with through the Colca Canyon. He has acquired a few more travel buddies and was kind enough to take us all out for dinner. My stomach pain has continued to get worse and I’ve developed quite an aversion to the Peruvian staples of rice and potatoes. I also decided I certainly didn’t want to order this (note the second menu item from the bottom):
Sweaty trout??? No thank you.
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Thus for dinner I settled on this:
Happiness in a dish! 🙂