July 6, 2012: The Day Before
July 7, 2012: Traveling
July 8, 2012: First Day
July 9, 2012: Teleferico, Iglesia de La Compañia de Jesus
July 10, 2012: The Basilica and the Stolen Backpack
July 11, 2012: Last Day in Quito
July 12, 2012: Travel to Loja
July 13, 2012: Catamayo
July 14, 2012: Loja and Alfredo
July 15, 2012: Church at Semilla de Mostaza
July 16, 2012: Back to Quito
July 17, 2012: Traveling
Note: Many of the pictures in this blog series are taken from the internet, because we had our camera stolen halfway through the trip.
I can’t wait to leave Quito. I also can’t wait to have something else for breakfast besides eggs and bread and juice, which is the only thing Angelica serves. I don’t eat breakfast because I still feel sick.
We pack up and take a taxi with Leo and Lulu to the airport, where we check in to fly to Cuenca, just a 45-minute flight away. Apparently we have the former VP of Ecuador on our flight; Lulu points her out to me. After some research, I think it's Rosalía Arteaga since she's the only female Ecuador VP I see, and also because she is from Cuenca, so it makes sense she would be traveling there.
On the plane I sit next to a woman with a kid who looks about two. The kid doesn’t like me, but she’s super cute; however, the mom annoys the flight attendants by letting her kid block the aisle during the flight. The mom and I chat a little bit. The plane goes to land, touches the runway, and then takes off again! I ask the woman if it’s normal; she crosses herself and her child and tells me it’s not. The pilot turns around and lands again, and the passengers clap. Later, Lulu tells me he was coming in too steep, though they made a statement that it was turbulence.
We go to lunch at the mall in Cuenca. Still feeling yucky so I order some soup. All I can find is some beef soup, which is broth and potatoes with one huge chunk of bone-in beef in the middle. I give that to Leo and enjoy my broth.
3-hour drive to Loja, our final destination. Leo and Lulu had a different house when I visited three years ago, but that house was broken into and robbed. This house has a heavy gate, walls with broken glass, an electric fence, bars on the windows and doors, and alarms everywhere in the house. Needless to say, we feel very safe here.
I shower and wash two loads of laundry. During dinner, we joke about eating cuy (guinea pig) or pig’s feet or cow stomach, but Lulu makes us a very normal meal. I think it was tamales and quesadillas and perhaps something else Ecuadorian like humitas.
Joe and Pablo play playstation soccer. Pablo immediately decides Joe is his favorite person in the world. Later, Joe’s in the shower, and I come downstairs and say hi to Pablo. He gives me a funny look, and responds, “Where’s Joe?” I see how it is.
The Calvas also have a golden retriever, the most hyper dog I’ve ever seen. He’s huge, and he prances and jumps and runs and barks. He lets you pet him for about three seconds before his energy overwhelms him and he has to run away. If he disciplines himself, he’l let you pet him for a minute or two, but he groans with the effort of being still.
They also have a parrot. They tell us the parrot says a few words, but he doesn’t see fit to grace us. He does sing songs though, and it’s fun to watch him swing around on his perch.
July 7, 2012: Traveling
July 8, 2012: First Day
July 9, 2012: Teleferico, Iglesia de La Compañia de Jesus
July 10, 2012: The Basilica and the Stolen Backpack
July 11, 2012: Last Day in Quito
July 12, 2012: Travel to Loja
July 13, 2012: Catamayo
July 14, 2012: Loja and Alfredo
July 15, 2012: Church at Semilla de Mostaza
July 16, 2012: Back to Quito
July 17, 2012: Traveling
Note: Many of the pictures in this blog series are taken from the internet, because we had our camera stolen halfway through the trip.
I can’t wait to leave Quito. I also can’t wait to have something else for breakfast besides eggs and bread and juice, which is the only thing Angelica serves. I don’t eat breakfast because I still feel sick.
We pack up and take a taxi with Leo and Lulu to the airport, where we check in to fly to Cuenca, just a 45-minute flight away. Apparently we have the former VP of Ecuador on our flight; Lulu points her out to me. After some research, I think it's Rosalía Arteaga since she's the only female Ecuador VP I see, and also because she is from Cuenca, so it makes sense she would be traveling there.
On the plane I sit next to a woman with a kid who looks about two. The kid doesn’t like me, but she’s super cute; however, the mom annoys the flight attendants by letting her kid block the aisle during the flight. The mom and I chat a little bit. The plane goes to land, touches the runway, and then takes off again! I ask the woman if it’s normal; she crosses herself and her child and tells me it’s not. The pilot turns around and lands again, and the passengers clap. Later, Lulu tells me he was coming in too steep, though they made a statement that it was turbulence.
We go to lunch at the mall in Cuenca. Still feeling yucky so I order some soup. All I can find is some beef soup, which is broth and potatoes with one huge chunk of bone-in beef in the middle. I give that to Leo and enjoy my broth.
3-hour drive to Loja, our final destination. Leo and Lulu had a different house when I visited three years ago, but that house was broken into and robbed. This house has a heavy gate, walls with broken glass, an electric fence, bars on the windows and doors, and alarms everywhere in the house. Needless to say, we feel very safe here.
I shower and wash two loads of laundry. During dinner, we joke about eating cuy (guinea pig) or pig’s feet or cow stomach, but Lulu makes us a very normal meal. I think it was tamales and quesadillas and perhaps something else Ecuadorian like humitas.
Joe and Pablo play playstation soccer. Pablo immediately decides Joe is his favorite person in the world. Later, Joe’s in the shower, and I come downstairs and say hi to Pablo. He gives me a funny look, and responds, “Where’s Joe?” I see how it is.
The Calvas also have a golden retriever, the most hyper dog I’ve ever seen. He’s huge, and he prances and jumps and runs and barks. He lets you pet him for about three seconds before his energy overwhelms him and he has to run away. If he disciplines himself, he’l let you pet him for a minute or two, but he groans with the effort of being still.
They also have a parrot. They tell us the parrot says a few words, but he doesn’t see fit to grace us. He does sing songs though, and it’s fun to watch him swing around on his perch.
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