It was sunny on Sunday, a first for my time here in Quito. I ventured out with my housemates, Lukas and B
ianca, to drink in some vitamin C, take in a Spanish Mass and go for a wee stroll in the city park. Little did we know that the city park was not so much a plaza with trees and ice cream vendors but a forest/jungle with all sorts of things slithering in the bushes. We quickly got lost... hopelessly, entirely lost... and the only people we came across in an hour spoke... Italian. Alas, we continued to wander, discussing what it meant to follow one's gut (and not a map, as we did not think to bring one, nor did the park creators think to create one and p
ost it in the park). The sun was setting as we came across two women, a golden retriever and a chihuahua, who fell in love with Lukas immediately (the women, not the dogs, although he would claim differently) and led us out of the park onto a city street. Had we not found these women, we would still be in the woods, eating crumbs of my last Luna Bar, drinking our urine and contemplating how to send smoke signals from Lukas' dying cell phone. We must have collected good karma from our tourist venture into the Basilica for mass... ah, yes, it pays to go to church every so often.
ianca, to drink in some vitamin C, take in a Spanish Mass and go for a wee stroll in the city park. Little did we know that the city park was not so much a plaza with trees and ice cream vendors but a forest/jungle with all sorts of things slithering in the bushes. We quickly got lost... hopelessly, entirely lost... and the only people we came across in an hour spoke... Italian. Alas, we continued to wander, discussing what it meant to follow one's gut (and not a map, as we did not think to bring one, nor did the park creators think to create one and p
ost it in the park). The sun was setting as we came across two women, a golden retriever and a chihuahua, who fell in love with Lukas immediately (the women, not the dogs, although he would claim differently) and led us out of the park onto a city street. Had we not found these women, we would still be in the woods, eating crumbs of my last Luna Bar, drinking our urine and contemplating how to send smoke signals from Lukas' dying cell phone. We must have collected good karma from our tourist venture into the Basilica for mass... ah, yes, it pays to go to church every so often.
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