Through the glass doors

After an evening of salsa lessons (you can use your imagination for this one), our group was ready to get up early this morning and drive to the Yanacocha Reserve, high in the mountains above Quito. Technically, the excursion was our first Spanish class, focusing on vocabulary of the forest. I kept falling behind because I wanted to look at everything longer than the time it took for the professor to give us the Spanish name and move along. typical. At the stopping point of our walk, we crossed paths with three photographers taking photos of the rare Black-breasted Puffleg for a Hummingbird Society of the US calendar. There were hummingbirds everywhere, swooping just above our heads and posing in front of the green screen for a photoshoot (no joke).

Tonight at dinner, the craziest thing happened. Four of us were sitting in a booth at this fancy, fast-food Ecuadorian restaurant with a completely glass front (doors and everything). Halfway through our meal, we hear what sounded like a gunshot and a scream from inside the building and then shattering glass. I turned around to see what had just happened, and a lady who was leaving the restaurant pulled on the door handle causing the entire glass door to fall and shatter on the floor. It was the most unreal thing yet. Everyone in the restaurant sat and stared for a few seconds with jaws to the floor. The poor lady felt really embarrassed, but it definitely was not her fault.

I look forward to what may happen tomorrow.