Yesterday on our way into Loja we had soup served with a chicken foot in it. The foot wasn’t that surprising. We’re actually more surprised that it took this long for one to appear in a dish. The claws had been removed so at least it was manicured before becoming part of our lunch.
One of the effects of traveling is it broadens the palate and desensitizes us to what we may otherwise consider bizarre foods. Chicken feet are not our favorite but we were in a restaurant full of people enjoying their chicken foot soup so we simply fished it out with a spoon, set it to the side and carried on eating. Though times like this remind us that we’re very far from the comforts and cuisines of home.
We had intended on moving on today but this morning Scott found a brewery here in Loja. One of the owners of Zarza Brewing is from Dallas, Texas and the menu includes real Texas tacos. They didn’t open until 4pm. It was a no-brainer. We had to stay. To pass up good beer and tacos seemed criminal.
And to think just yesterday we were eating chicken foot soup. Scott and I often talk about how different our experience must be compared to traveling cyclists from the 1970s/80s (like Greg Siple and his wife, June). We doubt they found Texas tacos in southern Ecuador. By comparison, they were certainly more isolated from the outside world and all things familiar from home. The advent of the internet, mobile communication and arrival of expats to all corners of the Earth has created a feeling that it is a small world after all.