Girl, our travel day took us to an interesting place. Our always helpful Hostal Zentrum host, Frank, got us a taxi in Quito. The nice taxi driver, Christian, got us to the North Bus Terminal in Quito on time. We walked right from his taxi onto a bus, and just two minutes later, we seven — our group is growing: Missy, Jo, Nona, Papa, “Dino,” “Katy,” and me — were on our way to Otavalo!
We had a lot of fun roaming around the Otavalan market. We did that more than once. What’s the market like? I’ll tell you: everybody is selling just about everything, and a lot of what is being sold is hand-made by very talented people, the Otavalans.
In Otavalo, we stayed at a really nice place with a long name, La Posada del Quinde Hotel & Pachamama Cafe. They had an outdoor garden where Jo, Nona, Papa, and Missy watched birds while they sipped drinks.
Even though we were different from each other, we really enjoyed each other’s company. Diversity makes us all better. That’s what Papa says. In my experience, he’s right.
A taxi took all seven of us up into the hills above Otavalo. Our little friends, the dolls, wanted to go too, but we didn’t have room for them. We went to a little — you might say “tiny” — village of Agato. Why did we go there? Look at this.
Señor Miguel Andrango, is a master weaver. He uses something called a backstrap loom. He showed us how he makes yarn by hand. Amazing! He showed us how he weaves with that yarn. Nona and Missy agreed that he is an artist as well as a craftsman. I noticed also that he is a really nice man. He reminds me of that saying, “It’s nice to be important, but it’s important to be nice.”
After visiting Señor Andrango’s weaving studio, we walked home down the mountain. We saw a waterfall. We ate at an Ecuadorian restaurant. As Nona said, “We had a great day.”
Oh, we’re going to walk to the market place again. Missy wants to buy something. I’ve gotta go. Bye!
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