Our first night in Quito Antiguo hostel was a noisy one as a Karaoke bar was a couple floors below ours. Additionally, the drug sale activity on the street corner elicited police sirens and shouting. Kathleen finally went to bed around 2:30am after deciphering the roles of the drug dealing going on at the street corner.
During breakfast we met a gentleman from Las Cruces, New Mexico. Miguel was on holiday for just 12 days. We sat and chatted with him about the four and a half years Kathleen and I lived in Las Cruces. The Mexican food is like nowhere else on the planet. Believe us, we’ve tried other places.
After breakfast, Kathleen and I wandered about town for a bit. I was concerned about Kathleen periodically having to stop and allow her head to stop spinning. Since bashing here head on the door of the minibus in Santa Marta, Colombia 2 days ago, she occasionally had such bouts. The swelling had gone down, yet a lump remained.
We strolled along a city park and came upon musicians performing on a stage to a modest crowed of people. Musicians? Well, the only instruments were their voices, and the four men on stage ‘played’ various melodies as if they had guitars, drums, and trumpets.
Kathleen and I stood and watched until a small parade came along with children and adults dancing to a small marching band that could have used much more practice.
By late afternoon we found a good place to eat and managed to find a supermarket to build-up our munchies. We then spent the rest of the day relaxing and up-dating the blog.
During breakfast we met a gentleman from Las Cruces, New Mexico. Miguel was on holiday for just 12 days. We sat and chatted with him about the four and a half years Kathleen and I lived in Las Cruces. The Mexican food is like nowhere else on the planet. Believe us, we’ve tried other places. 
After breakfast, Kathleen and I wandered about town for a bit. I was concerned about Kathleen periodically having to stop and allow her head to stop spinning. Since bashing here head on the door of the minibus in Santa Marta, Colombia 2 days ago, she occasionally had such bouts. The swelling had gone down, yet a lump remained.
We strolled along a city park and came upon musicians performing on a stage to a modest crowed of people. Musicians? Well, the only instruments were their voices, and the four men on stage ‘played’ various melodies as if they had guitars, drums, and trumpets.
Kathleen and I stood and watched until a small parade came along with children and adults dancing to a small marching band that could have used much more practice.
By late afternoon we found a good place to eat and managed to find a supermarket to build-up our munchies. We then spent the rest of the day relaxing and up-dating the blog.
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