It wasn’t until approximately two years after I got home from Ecuador that I learned Quito is, apparently, fairly dangerous.  I’m glad I didn’t know that until I was home.  I think I enjoyed it more that way.  A lady did try and sneak into my purse while a group of us were walking around, but she bumped it and I noticed.  Nice try, lady.

This didn’t really bother me, though.  I thought “well, that was lucky I noticed” and I just kept on going like nothing happened.  It didn’t scare me for the rest of my trip.  It hasn’t made me more afraid of traveling.  And it obviously hasn’t stopped me from going back to Latin America.  I just learned to keep my purse in front of me instead of behind.  Easy Peasy.

We probably spent about three days in Quito, which was a surprisingly sprawling city.  It’s surrounded by the same mountains it’s nestled in, so in and out of the city, we got some pretty stellar views of it form above.  It’s a lot longer than it is wide, kind of a weird shaped city, but that’s no reason not to like it.  This is Quito, how I saw a lot of it, from above.

Have you been to Quito?  What do you think of it?  Do you want to go?