Thursday was the fundraiser for the Albergue Padre Matias Mujica, the cancer home for patients and family next to the cancer hospital in Portoviejo. Jane and I had sold ticket to our expat community in Crucita and 13 of us attended. We rode the bus into the El Paseo Shopping Center where we got a taxi to the venue. We were shocked when we arrived because the place was huge. The venue had been donated to the cancer home for the fundraiser. There were places set for 4oo-500 people. We had no idea it was going to be so well attended. They had a table set for the Crucita group.
Leo and I set up the raffle table and Jane stood at the door to greet the other expats that had not arrived, since she had their tickets. Leo and I stood at the table and sold the raffle tickets. Two other women helped at the table, too. I handled the money while everyone else helped sell. Leo stood on the red carpet and ushered everyone that went by to the raffle table. He was like the carnival barker. We made an extra $200.oo for the organization from the “Dinners for Two” that were donated by the Crucita Restaurants. Our little fishing village did a good job for the fundraiser.
The evening was very lovely. There was a great band that did not take a break once it got started. As soon as the music started, the Crucita group got up to dance along with the Ecuadorian.
About 9:00 or so the dinner buffet started. We had pork, chicken, rice, and salad and dessert. It was a good meal. The dancing continued and eventually the raffle took place. A little boy drew names.
After that, the D.J. was alerted that it was Joy’s birthday. We had been alerted by Harold her husband the day before. Olayita was kind enough to get the cake for us since she lives in Portoviejo and we live 1.5 hours bus ride away. The funny part was the entire day, Harold did not mention Joy’s birthday to her. She thought he had forgotten, so when the MC said he was looking for Joy Sharp and 400 plus people sang happy birthday to her, she was delighted.
Some of the Crucita bunch were able to get a cab, but there were a few of us that could not get a cab. We had called a few times and none showed up and the place was getting a bit deserted. While we were waiting Olayita gave Joy and me flowers from the party.
Olayita and Colon, our relatives, said girls in the front of the truck and guys in the back of the truck. Many of the women got in the back, too. Kaylin, a teenager, was about the first to hop in the back, because her mother, LaFaye, would never let her ride in the back of a pickup truck, so she got something off her bucket list that night. She knew her mother wouldn’t make a fuss with all the people there. (We all went home Ecuadorian Style.) Colon and Olayita took everyone to their houses. These are the experiences that make living here fun and unusual to us. Harold was in the back and he is 90. Don’t ya’ just love it?