I’ve barely lived here for two years yet I feel like a Quiteño (a resident of Quito). There’s no logical explanation for the affection I feel; I just love the place and that’s it.
The steep cobbled streets and colonial architecture of the Centro Historico, the daily hubbub of street vendors selling seasonal produce, exchanging a friendly word with neighbours, the fiestas and carnivals, the encompassing mountains, having a coffee or dinner with friends, the perrenial spring-like weather, all are reasons for loving this city.
I like to watch the changing of the guard at the presidential palace, observe life in the beautiful plazas and take the Teleférico to the top of La Cruz Loma for a hike in the Andean “páramo” (uplands). Everyday brings challenges too; the language, the sometimes unreliable nature of the people and trying to stay safe. It doesn’t always have to be fun to be fun.
I suppose I feel happy here. Now that can’t be a bad thing, can it?