This trip was long in the making, but we are finally here! Didn’t think we would experience culture shock, but we did, mild though it was. Nothing like what I experienced our first weekend in Bangkok, though, back in 1988.
Lori and I walked the streets of the Old Town, Quito today. Tired from a dearth of sleep the last two nights, and feeling some of the effects of the high altitude (2,850 m above sea level), we didn’t venture too far but did take in a lot of the sights and sounds. The “Fiestas de Quito” festival is underway (a celebration of the founding of Quito by the Spanish), so a lot more people than normal were milling about in the plazas or traversing the narrow cobble-stoned streets. Whenever things got too frenetic, we would seek sanctuary in a cafe or restaurant, and refresh ourselves with a cappuccino or fill our stomachs with a delicious Ecuadorian rendition of tomato soup and home made fries, or “tallarin de pollo” (noodles with chicken).
It turns out that, unlike Alice, we did not follow a white rabbit down a rabbit hole, and instead followed our own instincts. However, all the while, there indeed was a white rabbit that was part of our story, but he was busy chewing grass back in the garden oasis of our hotel.