On Saturday morning, Jos and I had bagels and fresh fruit juice for breakfast and wished our house had potted plants in our window sills.
We spent a late morning in silent awe inside a church painted in such decadent colors it felt as though we had walked into a sorbet coated, South American Versailles.
We walked through a tent city protesting PetroEcuador's presence in the rain forest.
We climbed two huge metal balls in a park. And then some spray painted helium canisters because they looked lonely.
We ate a lunch of red bananas, pineapple, freshly baked wheat bread, and avocado-black bean-onion-tomato-lime salad on our little hostel balcony.
Then we took a nap and readied ourselves for a classic-rock jam session with 100 of our closest Ecuadorian friends...
On Sunday, Dana reorganized some of the cement parking aids...
while Jos found herself a handsome boyfriend at the mall.
Then we all watched Transformers 2: Rise of the Fallen. And we LOVED IT. Seriously. It was hysterical.
At 9pm, we hailed a cab, piled all our bags into it's trunk, and let out collective sighs every few minutes as we drove our tired, city-dazed little souls back to the boys, the summer vols, and the fresh-aired valley.
Sigh. We will certainly miss this place.