Turn off that garbage. Open your mind. Express your ideas. Get out there. FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS!
On a brisk winter day on the streets of Otavalo, we roamed aimlessly around town photographing anything and everything that caught our eye. The typeface on these walls took me back to my junior high days, sitting in Mechanical Drafting class, T-ruler in one hand, pencil in the other, graphing away.
It was a 40-hour journey from Quito to Lima. 4-0 hours. Because of the holidays, we couldn't get a direct bus and decided instead to tackle the journey ourselves. Bus from Quito to Huaquillas, cab from Huaquillas to Tumbes, bus from Tumbes to Lima. Aside from the miserable heat and mosquitoes, we came out all right, arriving on the eve of New Year's Eve.
We ran errands, which seems to be our thing in big cities where amenities are more abundant, and explored around Miraflores and Barranco, celebrating outdoors at El Parquetito for dinner and then topping it off at La Lucha Sangucheria for dessert. (Their brownie milkshake is yum.) In Lima, I developed a deep appreciation for fish ceviche despite not being much of a seafood person.
As hard as we tried not to, we rang in the new year in the comfort of our hotel room, catching up on social media to the sound of infinite fireworks until the wee hours of the morning.