Checking out of El Hostelito was bittersweet and there was still so much in Quito we didn’t get to see. Angelito picked us up from the hostel and we went on our way to Latacunga.
The original plan was to see Cotopaxi but this season of rain and fog kept the volcano from presenting itself. So we went to the next stop Angelito had planned for us, Quilotoa.
First we stopped at Angelito’s house to leave our things where we met his wife Andrea, and his daughters Marthita and Isabella. The instant we arrived, Andrea made her home such a welcoming place. She said that when we would return from Quilotoa she would have a dinner prepared for all of us.
We took two cars and made our way to Quilotoa. The drive there was unbelievable. Cows, horses, sheep and llamas scattered throughout the mountains the entire way there.
On the way there Angelito stopped for us to try some street food. Corn on the cob, cheese, sweet plantain and chicharrón. Tony was filming the vendors but one of the vendors got annoyed and told him he couldn’t film and to go away.
“no seas malcriada!”
Mayra, the food vendor yelled at her sister to not be so childish. Mayra lives near Quilotoa and has been living here her entire life. She works with her mom and her sister on the weekends selling street foods. She says that if there were more people around during the week they would work more but it doesn’t make sense to prepare food when little people show up.
Marthita, Angelito’s oldest daughter and her friend.
It was a long walk down to the lagoon but the sight was worth the trek. Our bodies aren’t accustomed to the altitude so to get back up we had to take horses.
After Quilotoa we returned to the house where Andrea waited with food on the table. One of the best parts about this trip so far was having a home cooked meal with family.
For Angelito to welcome three of his cousin’s kids he barely knows and three other strangers is something I’ll always be grateful for. He gave us so much in such little time and I think we’ll all always remember that.