Jordan in Ecuador

Last night, I opened my door to go to the kitchen and found a chicken.



“Is this an Ecuadorian tradition I don’t know about?” I wondered. “Sneaking into someone’s house and leaving a chicken – what does it mean?” Unsuccessful at eliciting information from the chicken itself, I took the opportunity to snap some pictures.



When my host mother got home, I asked her, “How is there a chicken in the house?”

“Someone gave it to me,” she answered proudly. “And it’s fat, too!”

And that settled the matter.

Chicken has taken up residence in the kitchen, although I’m not sure how long she will last in those quarters - alive, anyway; rumor has it that Don Lucho (my host dad) is hankering after sopa de pollo. In the meantime, she provides a ready audience for Marcelo as he practices reciting his presentation for English class.