Baños
April 12th 2008 "Cuy: pet or dinner?
gringos: people or money?
it's your perspective."
That was the haiku I wrote in my haiku journal at the end of our week in Quito. In Quito, I felt as if I were cuy. I was prey. I was vulnerable. I was ripe for the poaching. I felt like Quito was hungry, and I was on the menu. And I looked delicious.
So although I was really sad for our week in Quito
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