Recuperating...

We tried to get solid answers from the U.S. Embassy regarding a concern we have, but we didn't.  So we gotta go to some office and ask... yeah...

We left to the market at around 8:30am.  I couldn't help but think we'd be at the foundation at that time.  Anyway, it took us a while to get there because of all the traffic due to the Quito festivities this week.  Everyone and their dog is in our neighborhood because we live so close to the Plaza de Toros.  I must say I was thankful to God that both taxi drivers, the one that took us and the one that brought us, did not rip us off.  The market was alive, full of handmade stuff as well.  It's interesting to see some of the indigenous people wearing stuff "made in the u.s.a."  It's weird to see girls wearing Aeropostale shirts.  Oh, and it's so annoying now to see the weed symbol everywhere!  What's that all about?  After the market we walked around a bit and headed home so that Yonseili and I could have lunch at home.  Lunch was good.  Didn't do much after that until the night.

Don Manuelito y Yonseili

Yonseili invited me to go with her and her host parents to get pinchos.  We went to the Isla Floreana and at the corner of it and Amazonas we ate at a place called El Pincho Sabroso.  The street was alive.  The chicken pincho, the choclo, and the papas were good.

Highlight of the day: Going out at night.  It's not cool to see the young folk drinking, but the walk was good.  I feel like I haven't gotten enough fresh air in a while.  Getting distracted was a good way to feel better.

Papas y pincho de pollo y de carne

Choclo

Yummy