Little known fact: I wrote almost one haiku a day for the entire three weeks I was in Ecuador. (Hey, remember that time I went to Ecuador? And you didn’t?) The other day, I was ordered to “do more” with my Ecuador photos so I thought, why not post some of my terrible haikus? With photos?
Plus it’s Friday and the last thing I want to do is think about work. I’d so much rather remember that time I went to Ecuador and you didn’t…
Day One
Foot asleep, butt sore,
Skimming the clouds way up here.
So: are we there yet?
We’d been on various planes for hours and hours by this point. I could barely feel my lower limbs, I was writing in my required journal, trying my best to have interesting things to say about the upcoming journey (things that, clearly, didn’t translate to the haiku). They get better, promise. At least one of them is decently decent.
The photo is of our hotel, Hotel Sebastian, taken from a little park across the street. The staff of el hotel were amazing, very friendly, very patient with our broken Spanish, willing to speak to us in English when really necessary. I’m glad we got to stay at a fairly small, local hotel like that one and not a big chain like a Holiday Inn or something (yes, Quito does have a Holiday Inn). Probably the best part was the music they played in the hotel restaurant: slow, piano-solo versions of popular songs from the 90’s. So good.
