The next morning, after talking to my sweet boyfriend on the phone, I headed into Plaza de Poncos (where the big Saturday market takes place). I first of all needed money... however, hadn't expected to be hit on by the bank security guard. He wanted to show me around town and then take me up into the near by mountains for a picnic... of course after he got off work at the bank
. I was kindly declined and he then told me that American women are all so cold. Oh well, I think he will be okay. I then walked around and found all sorts of stuff that I wanted to buy the next day. I told one of the venders that I would buy tomorrow and he said that was a bad idea, cause everything would be more expensive because there will be more tourists. He had a good point, so i started bargaining. I bought a bunch of stuff for less than $25. I love shopping and I am becoming a tough little bargainer! The rest of the afternoon, after I was all shopped out, I uploaded pictures and then read my book. There was a big group of American students at my hostel, but this silly cold keeps hanging on, so I was in my room by 9.
SHOPPING DAY!!! Okay, not really since I did my shopping the day before. I did however, buy a great new zip up sweater. Anyway, I spent most of the day slowly wondering around and mostly just people watching. It was so much fun to watch all of the different people at the market. There was everything from rich American and Eurpoean tourists to poor old indigenous beggars and everything in between. My favorite were of course the indigenous children who were dressed in smaller versions of what their mothers wore. Too cute! I also was able to see my security guard boyfriend again... as he called out my name from across the street. To bad he was still working, we never will know what could have been
. Oh well, as it turns out my beauty is a hot commodity in Ecuador... because later than night as I read my book in a hammock, another Ecuadorian came up to talk with me. He was asking me what my dreams as a traveler were, cause all travelers have dreams as they follow the stars. Once he started talking like that, I started pretending like I couldn't understand him cause my Spanish wasn't good enough. Eventually he gave up, but luckily he wasn't fazed... cause he plopped down next to another girl a few feet away and gave her the same lines. However, it just wasn't his night, cause she too turned him down. I went to my room shortly afterwards... I didn't want to break anymore hearts.
After a nice breakfast, it was back on the road and off to Quito.
When I got in to Otavala on the bus, well not really "on the bus" because they just dropped me off on the highway and pointed me toward the center of town. I had to walk about 20 minutes before I finally got my bearings and was able to find my hostel. Which turned out to be really nice and I was so sick and tired, from being sick and walking, I just crashed on the bed and rested. I then spent the rest of the day catching up on emails... I guess that is one good things about being sick, I get stuff done.