Howard Johnson Hotel - Quito La Carolina
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Slept in much, much later than I meant to. Though I believe it helped with whatever was ailing me. I wasn't able to stomach breakfast, but I was more than happy to eat at the picnic put together for all of the host families. The fact it was mostly vegetables and fruit that I ate probably helped. We didn't stay too long after the meal finished; meeting up with her eldest daughter to give back her children. I believe it was ...
... beloved Mexican food for dinner 6) enjoying wine and nibblies on our king sized luxurious bed with my hubby! Worst moment: trying to find the supermarket... And walking around in circles Banana moment: getting excited to sneak a gym session in as we hadn't been able to exercise in a while, (as we have been listening to our bodies needing rest secondary to our altitude sickness), to find that the "fitness centre" was the size of a bathroom haha.. Oh well, we made ...
... we were approached by a lady selling scarves/wraps and Anne succumbed and bought two for USD5. Ecuador uses the USD as its currency; all the notes are produced in USA but some of the coins, though the same sizes and denominations as in US are made with Ecuadorean political figures on them. In the mid-afternoon we started walking back towards the hotel as we had to attend a groupd briefing for the Galapagos tours at 5:00pm. Over the previous few days in Peru Anne ahd been ...
... Tao restaurant was vegan and tasty. A woman my age was leaving and was able to tell me that the food was delicious. I had ordered it without knowing what it was, shrugging my shoulders and getting a laugh out of the young man at the counter. I asked her (Candida, not the most of appealing of names these days) to sit with me while I ate in order to talk about Tao. It turned out that she was my age – an ancient, wizened dame – from Brazil, and had been ...
... He greeted us cautiously, mumbling something I couldn't hear. I faked it, and said "Yes." He toe-heeled, toe-heeled, walked us to our room, pulled open the heavy door with a flourish and murmured, "It is beautiful, no?" When we asked for a key, he blanched. "Oh. Don't worry." he whispered. "It is safe here."
Our room was huge, with three beds and sloping floors, and purple flowers painted on the white walls, and sheets. ...