It is that time again, to return down to the “Middle of the World” or better known as Quito Ecuador. It was August of 1993 when I first arrived in Quito, Ecuador as a Rotary exchange student. Two large bags and a backpack, wearing a blue blazer with the rotary exchange student patch. About 14 years later I return for my forth trip to the mountain top oasis, Quito means “the face of god” since its 9,300 feet above sea level and only a couple of miles south of the equator making the temperature a cozy 70 year round. The city runs from the downtown southern “Centro” district north inside a valley toward the equator.
Their is a lot I can say about Quito, but since its been so long since my last adventure I will let my memories get jolted when I return. For now I am still at my desk, writing code and saving the IT world from viruses, hard drive failures and plan stupidity.
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After a long day at the office all one wants to do on a Monday night is go home, grab a beer and watch lasts nights tivo’d desperate House wives. That would of been a nice Monday night in the city, instead, I opened the apartment door and noticed something on the rug. Turning on the light, yellow dust filmed the green carpet in my hallway and didn’t stop there. The dust was everywhere, the floor, desk, inside the kitchen over the counters, inside the cabinets pasted to the pots, forks knifes and spoons. Walking through it, my shoes left little treads around the apartment.
It seems your never safe from your neighbors renovation. The nice young lady next door had torn her kitchen completely out that day, well not her but the construction people she hired. I of course would rather picture the blond with a sledge hammer pounding away the wall as her Maltese barks after every loud crash. Everyone in the building waiting for the dogs Last Bark! Instead three Spanish speaking guys with ripped jeans, thick accent and plastered smiles broke down the wall and the next morning vacuumed and wiped up the mess. The microfibers of the concrete they were smashing made its way through tiny little holes inside my kitchen wall that is opposing her kitchen wall but never touches, touching kitchen walls would be in violation as would be some sort of insulate.
Since the place was already a mess and I was in no mood to see which Desperate house wife was getting, slapped, dumped or shot at this week I decided to exit the situation in New York fashion. Calling around I ended up getting an early dinner (8pm) with a friend at Jekyll and Hyde Club since she had out of towner’s who needed a place to snap some pictures and ask “why on earth would someone actually eat here?” After an evening of live entertainment, theater students acting as crazy scientists and talking shark heads, I did return home, opened a beer and watched the show. After a hard day and unexpected events its good to watch a show that people actually suffer more then you. Long live Desperate House Wives.
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