i´m in the andes. it´s cold. and it´s raining. how cliche!
after stocking up on all things alpaca (thick woolly socks, homeless-chic fingerless gloves and the like), i thought i would be set. except when i wear them all together i look like tourist extraordinaire.
after that cotopaxi debacle, i headed to baños (yeah, toilet. odd name for a town, eh). i think it´s supposed to represent the thermal baths that the town is famous for, but i still giggled whenever i said the name. baños. yes, i´m 12 years old. a tiny town in the valley of the andes, the sun competes and continually loses with the hanging clounds. the mist fits, though. looks steamy, like everyone just got out of the jacuzzi. and speaking of steamy, nearby volcan tungurahua was showing off, in the biggest eruption in 100 years. this was around the same time there were tornado warnings in san diego? mother nature, it seems, is not so pleased with us humans.
sick of the cold and missing the playa, we went to the hippy party beach town of montañita for the weekend, where there was--you guessed it--hippies, parties and a beach. it felt like rosarito, minus papas & beer and frat boys, plus an influx of mossies. ugh me gusta la playa pero no me gusta mosquitoes!
now in cuenca on my slow move south. it seems like a cool city, and if this torrential downpour ever lets up, i think i´ll go explore.
missing you all alot today. too many hours on bumpy buses with crying babies and horrendous dubbed action movies and a broken ipod, i think.
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