Spanish with a South Korean accent

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Geo: -0.223151, -78.5127

I talk to myself in Spanish. I think in Spanish. It's everywhere around us--in the people we meet, the signs we see. We're living with Ensouk for a couple of days in her beautiful apartment across the street from La Lengua Spanish School main offices in Quito.

And it's a bit complicated.

We met Ensouk (I think I spelled it Ensu then because that‘s how it‘s pronounced) and Ligia (the school director) at the school our first day in Quito, then played on the beach with them that weekend when they came to Puerto Lopez.

Ensook insisted we stay with her when we returned to Quito, so after staying two days at the awful Secret Garden and another two at the much more pleasant Travellers Inn, we're here with her two days before we head for the jungle and some HEAT.

So here we are in Ecuador with a South Korean speaking Spanish. When our Spanish kapoots and her English gives out we resort to sign language and lots of laughter. After breakfast this morning Ligia pops in with a bag of Ecuadorian fruit and says she's free this afternoon so we're all heading to el centro to the historical district. I'm intending to finally get pictures of the city from a high perch, as the teleferico (sky tram) the has been socked in every day. The hill we're climbing in the middle of the city gives a great view I'm told, so it will have to do.

This is all totally dependant on the looming dark clouds every afternoon that envelope the mountains surrounding Quito. One never knows, but there are other options. We'll see...

Later...
Our afternoon was sans lluvia (without rain) so we had a wonderful time in the old city.

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Photos

The Virgin atop Cerro Panecillo
In the center of old Quito sits this hill with the virgin on top. You can get great views from here when surrounding mountains are socked in.

Lunch on the hill
Ligia, Ensook, Bob & I at lunch overlooking the city.

The tall guy's got the gun
The one just a little taller than Bob is a presidential guard. We could have gone in the palace if we'd had our passports and if Bob could pass through a metal detector. The president's had a rough term, it seems.

My Scarf!
This cute girl had my scarf I bought in Bolivia last year.

Retrieving the sand
Notice the rickety pulley

Comments

[bobnkaren]

I'm so far behind on this blog. Yes we did the jungle and had a "memorable" time...more later on that. The important part is we didn't come back with any broken bones!