Since I arrived in Ecuador, I have tried finding two simple
items: a notebook and butterfly band-aids. The first incident happened when
Taryn cut her finger up pretty badly so we had used up our stock of butterfly
band-aids. When we arrived in Baños, we figured we could find more in any of
the pharmacies in the city but oh were we so wrong. We stopped in the first
pharmacy when we first arrived at night. It was empty with three women behind
the counter. We asked for band-aids (bandajes) and one woman returned very
confidently with a roll of medical tape. Taryn held up her open wound and said
that we needed actual band-aids, which we held up for them to see. The mean
woman told us briskly that those don’t exist… as we’re holding one up for her.
Another woman retrieved cotton wads and proceeded to show us how we could put
the cotton on the wound and then wrap the tape around it. Taryn and I looked at
each other, confused, and tried figuring out how this wasn’t just a complicated
band-aid. Finally we held up the band-aid again, pointed to it, and said “simple
bandage.” They seemed to understand this and one of the women brought out a
small plastic tray filled with assorted band-aids. None of them were larger
than two inches- not to mention anything fancy like a butterfly one- but they
would do the trick.
Another incident where I couldn’t find something simple was
when I was trying to buy notebooks for class. I didn’t think this would be
hard. In fact, I had been in several papelerías (paper supply stores) and
thought I would be able to find a cheap, simple spiral notebook. But once
again, I was very wrong. I walked around with my friend Erin and first we went
to a larger chain store inside the mall. Sure, they had plenty of notebooks but
they all had ponies or robots or boy bands on the front. I knew I didn’t have
to stoop this low, so we kept looking. We walked along a few main streets and
couldn’t find any of the papelerías that seemed to be everywhere until you
needed one. We ended up at the MegaMaxi (think Target) and they had plenty of
notebooks, too, but none with a cover that wouldn’t make me seem like a star
struck 9 year old girl. Shouldn’t a simple notebook be easy to find?? As I’m
writing this, I still haven’t found one. I guess I’ll just suck up my pride and
dignity and buy a Justin Beiber spiral notebook.
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