Mom flew in Saturday night, and after promising that she didn't have swine flew, she was released from the airport into my custody. I took her to the Secret Garden, a hostel in the Old City, where I had failed to procure a private room. Later Mom discovered that the dorm room was for both ladies and gents (Oh!). Props to her for rolling with it.
Sunday we walked the Old City, a place as colonial and thief-ridden as the books say. By luck, it was Independence Day, so streets were blocked to traffic and cyclists emerged in packs to enjoy their annual day of relative safety.
We wandered into a square full of people.
Que pasa?
Correa y Chavez vienen!
More luck by the minute. Ecuador's president and the crazy Venezuelan himself were on their way. We waited. Heladitos were sold. We waited some more. And then, with helicopter racket overhead...
The crowds went wild. Dorm or no, not bad for one's first 24 hours in Ecuador.
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