more of quito.

Yesterday we took a car lift to some 13,000 feet at Cruz Loma. It was cold but beautiful. Jacki and I frolicked in a field together on the edge of the mountain.

Today we visited colonial Quito. And the sun finally came out of hiding after a week and a half. While we ate lunch outside in one of the plazas, a strange man stood about a foot in front of me asking us questions in broken English like, "Where you from?"
"Do you know where is the White House?"
"Where is the Golden Gate Bridge?"
"How many floors has the Empire State Building?"
"How many floors had the World Trade Center?"
He had such a dark, worn face, and he looked straight into my eyes. He told me that he wanted to take a picture with me, but I refused with the excuse that I was eating my lunch, and eventually he went away. That was the most uncomfortable I've been since I got here.