I just got back from a 3 day stay in sleepy little Mindo, a town in a clould forest 2.5 hours outside of Quito. It was a welcome respite from the noisy and stressful city life of Quito.
In Mindo everything seems to wander. The river, the dogs and definitely the travelers. Many seem to have taken down roots there. Even I was tempted to dial the number when I saw a For Sale sign on a parcel of land backing up to the river.
It was rainy all but one day, so I occupied myself with coffee, brownies and hammocks. One of the cafés in town grew their own coffee, another made their own chocolate. It really is a fabulous little pueblo.
Becca just got into Quito.
Traveling alone has been nice, lots of time to think, write and of course, eat. Practicing spanish is easier (the best conversations are with taxi drivers) and I have been winning lots of games of gin rummy against myself, but it is unbelievably nice to see a familiar face and have a traveling buddy. Vamos a la costa!
In Mindo everything seems to wander. The river, the dogs and definitely the travelers. Many seem to have taken down roots there. Even I was tempted to dial the number when I saw a For Sale sign on a parcel of land backing up to the river.
It was rainy all but one day, so I occupied myself with coffee, brownies and hammocks. One of the cafés in town grew their own coffee, another made their own chocolate. It really is a fabulous little pueblo.
Becca just got into Quito.
Traveling alone has been nice, lots of time to think, write and of course, eat. Practicing spanish is easier (the best conversations are with taxi drivers) and I have been winning lots of games of gin rummy against myself, but it is unbelievably nice to see a familiar face and have a traveling buddy. Vamos a la costa!