On Thursday night, I went with a few friends to Sersibo, a popular and well reputed salsa club in Quito. Despite not knowing more than the most basic salsa step, I had so much fun! We eventually each got a little lesson from someone on the dance floor. (It’s much easier to be a female salsa dancers…the guys do all the work!)
On Friday, I walked across the width of Quito to Parque Metropolitano, a huge park on the eastern side of the city. With 4 other girls, I hiked through the park for a few hours. We found some of the beautiful spots that look down into the valley. (Unfortunately, I didn’t bring my camera, so I’ll have to go back!) We think we saw the university down in Cumbaya. By the time I hiked back across the park and across the city to get home, I had been going for 5 hours. I was wiped! Luckily, we were all meeting up that evening at one of our group member’s host homes for pizza and to hang out at his indoor pool, so it was a relaxing and early night.
On Saturday morning, we met Amanda and Boni at 7am at USFQ, where we boarded a private bus to Otavalo, an indigenous town about 2 hours north of Quito. On the way, we stopped at this beautiful vista point:
Otavalo is the site of Ecuador’s most famous artisan market, where we spent two hours bargaining with vendors and taking in the beautiful handmade blankets, tablecloths, ponchos, hats, woodwork, scarves, bags, pants, shirts, dresses, boxes, and jewelry. The town was swarming with tourists and vendors of all ages. After shopping, we drove to the nearby Cotacahi, a town known for its leatherwork and named the ‘City of Peace’ by Unesco a few years back. We had a delicious lunch of soup, lasagna (ecua style…if you’re thinking of mozzarella and tomato sauce you’re way off), shrimp, coconut flan, and, most exciting of all, cuey. Cuey is a local ‘delicacy,’ though many Ecuadorians I have talked to are almost as disgusted by it as we are. Why is it so gross? Well, cuey is simply guinea pig, served whole (yes, head, organs, bones, skin, and all), and fried. It was served belly down, arms and legs spread wide, on top of veggies. And yes, of course I tried it! There actually wasn’t much meat on it, but as Timon from the Lion King would say, mmm…tastes like chicken!
(Apologies to anyone with a weak stomach...)
After lunch, we boarded the bus again and drove to the Cotacachi-Cayapas Ecological Reserve. Inside, we boarded a small motorboat on Laguna d Cuicocha, which is a lagoon above a collapsed volcanic crater. Our group’s geology major and the tour guide on the boat helped us understand that this lake, which was clear, warm, full of minerals, and supposedly relatively safe to drink, formed after the volcano collapsed in on itself after being inactive for so long. There are little islands in the lake that shot up as a result of later eruptions. After our boat trip in the rain, Boni treated us to a traditional drink that was difficult to swallow – a hot cinnamon tea with (unprocessed) sugar and some sort of alcohol. The only thing good about it was that it was HOT and we were cold and wet!
Finally, I’d like to give a little shoutout to all the Zippilli’s, Foran’s, Moore’s, and Dunleavey’s following along – it means so much to me that you are all so interested in what I’m doing!! Thank you!!