<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:01:38.677-07:00</updated><category term='flooding'/><category term='Otavalo'/><category term='Gringolandia'/><category term='La Mitad del Mundo'/><category term='eagle ray'/><category term='white tipped shark'/><category term='New Town'/><category term='Galapagos Islands'/><category term='Isla San Cristobol'/><category term='Isla San Cristobal'/><category term='Ecuador'/><category term='Quito'/><category term='Ame Kole'/><category term='El Panecillo'/><category term='South America'/><category term='Isabel Kole'/><category term='helado'/><category term='bananas'/><category term='Mitad Del Mundo'/><category term='McDonald&apos;s'/><category term='Pululahua Volcano'/><category term='Guayaquil'/><category term='La Academia Latinoamericana de Espanol'/><category term='Old Town'/><category term='Simon Bolivar Airport'/><category term='farm'/><category term='Andes Mountains'/><category term='Miguel de Santiago'/><category term='hammerhead'/><category term='Convento San Agustin'/><category term='Virgin of Quito'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='llama'/><category term='Presidential Palace'/><category term='Academy Bay'/><category term='Ecuadorian food'/><category term='coffee trees'/><category term='Mike Kole'/><category term='sea lions'/><category term='snorkelling'/><category term='Plaza de Santo Domingo'/><category term='plantains'/><category term='sharks'/><category term='KFC'/><category term='traditional food'/><category term='diving'/><category term='platos tipicos'/><category term='tomate'/><category term='Lonely Planet guidebook'/><category term='Pacific Coast Highway'/><category term='Equator'/><category term='Che Guevara'/><category term='Basilica de Quito'/><category term='Kicker Rock'/><category term='Avenida Charles Darwin'/><category term='banana trees'/><title type='text'>The Kole's Trip To Ecuador and Galapagos Islands</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-854055549982976916</id><published>2008-03-23T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:08:42.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Latest Update!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog has recently been updated with five new posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/17/08: The Park in Quito&lt;br /&gt;2/17/08: An extinct volcano near the Equator&lt;br /&gt;2/16/08: The drive to Otavalo&lt;br /&gt;2/16/08: Haggling at Otavalo's market&lt;br /&gt;2/16/08: Food at the market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down to see 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-854055549982976916?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/854055549982976916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=854055549982976916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/854055549982976916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/854055549982976916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/03/latest-update-blog-has-recently-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-2424653977379846019</id><published>2008-03-12T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:22.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galapagos Islands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isla San Cristobal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're Home!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Fishers, IN)-&lt;/em&gt; After 30 days, we're back home, safe and sound. After two days of nearly solid travel -4 planes, three time zones, and all the airport food anyone can handle- we're glad to be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177001094861882002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9hnER0NApI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jWOa2cvaA_U/s320/100_5850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isabel wiggles in one of AeroGal's 737s on Monday's flight out of San Cristobal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the trip, the blog is chronologically at an end, but the posts are not nearly complete. We took over 2,000 pictures in Ecuador and on the Galapagos Islands- not that they are all worth posting, but there are many stories yet to share along with the pictures. I'll post an update announcement at the top of the blog each time I add something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-2424653977379846019?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/2424653977379846019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=2424653977379846019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/2424653977379846019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/2424653977379846019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/03/were-home-fishers-in-after-30-days-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9hnER0NApI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jWOa2cvaA_U/s72-c/100_5850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-6283220471493680984</id><published>2008-03-09T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:22.614-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avenida Charles Darwin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galapagos Islands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isla San Cristobal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Equator'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Helado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(San Cristobal, Galapagos)-&lt;/span&gt; Ecuador is a place where you can get ice cream- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;helado&lt;/span&gt;- anywhere, anytime. This is especially true on the Galapagos Islands, where the temperatures always make it a good time to eat ice cream. Certainly, Isabel would agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176595074423521922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9b1yx0NAoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/y9aPimvMM2c/s320/100_5806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Isabel eats and wears her ice cream. She was beginning to learn that you have to eat ice cream a bit more quickly on the Equator than you do in, say, Fishers. Ame and Isabel on Avenida Charles Darwin, next to the Ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-6283220471493680984?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/6283220471493680984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=6283220471493680984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/6283220471493680984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/6283220471493680984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/03/helado-san-cristobal-galapagos-ecuador.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9b1yx0NAoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/y9aPimvMM2c/s72-c/100_5806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-8181053150539510706</id><published>2008-03-08T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:49:36.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galapagos Islands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isla San Cristobal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Posts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Isla San Cristobal, Galapagos)-&lt;/em&gt; I've had the chance to fill in a few more blanks with new posts with pictures. Be sure to check the entire blog, as the posts are filed chronologically as they happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have less than three days left here on the Galapagos Islands, and we're hoping for one more good snorkelling outing. It's dependent upon the weather. After three days of amazing clear waters, there was a swell from a distant storm. It made the surfers happy, creating waves up to 9-10 feet high, but it has meant cloudy water, churning with sand, making for poor visibility and sometimes difficult swimming. The swell has been petering out over the past few days, so tomorrow might be the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-8181053150539510706?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/8181053150539510706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=8181053150539510706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/8181053150539510706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/8181053150539510706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-posts-isla-san-cristobal-galapagos.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-7079991650831866048</id><published>2008-02-27T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:22.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galapagos Islands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isla San Cristobal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Various Isabel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Isla San Cristobal, Galapagos)-&lt;/em&gt; These are just a couple of pictures of Isabel, taken at various points around Isla San Cristobal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MWjB0NAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/TiYotU6qHmA/s1600-h/IMG_0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175505187817456210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MWjB0NAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/TiYotU6qHmA/s320/IMG_0893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isabel stands on the boardwalk outside the Interpretation Center, at beach Playaman, in view of Puerto Baquerizo Moreno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-7079991650831866048?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/7079991650831866048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=7079991650831866048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/7079991650831866048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/7079991650831866048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/various-isabel-isla-san-cristobal.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MWjB0NAlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/TiYotU6qHmA/s72-c/IMG_0893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-4757297112200978215</id><published>2008-02-26T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:23.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galapagos Islands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isla San Cristobal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomate'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Farm Pics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Isla San Cristobal, Galapagos)-&lt;/em&gt; The farm experience was really great fun for everyone. We took a lot of pictures. Here are some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175497435401486850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MPfx0NAgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Z5v0Mz2nbKY/s320/100_4897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our kindly farmer cuts tomate for us, picked freshly from his tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175496975839986162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MPFB0NAfI/AAAAAAAAANs/DArU03jCPPA/s320/100_4901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isabel chases chickens. Ame says that her Grandma Virgie will love this picture, since Ame used to chase and catch the chickens on Virgie´s farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175494888485880258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MNLh0NAcI/AAAAAAAAANc/uM1wrh5Xlvo/s320/100_4905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're hired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175494154046472626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MMgx0NAbI/AAAAAAAAANU/0uTwryk9o2I/s320/100_4913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coffee beans on the trees. To eat one is surprising. The seed coat is very sweet, and the bean isn't very bitter- until it is roasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-4757297112200978215?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/4757297112200978215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=4757297112200978215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/4757297112200978215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/4757297112200978215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-farm-pics-isla-san-cristobal.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MPfx0NAgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Z5v0Mz2nbKY/s72-c/100_4897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-8437355247194849095</id><published>2008-02-26T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:24.691-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely Planet guidebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isla San Cristobol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galapagos Islands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee trees'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back On The Land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Isla San Cristobol, Galapagos)-&lt;/em&gt; For our second day with naturalist Fernando, we would visit highlights on the land across San Cristobol. We hired a taxi for the day to take us across the island, to tourist and non-tourist sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with a trip to a working farm. Farming on the Galapagos Islands seems like perhaps something that shouldn´t be done. It requires the clearing of the land, which certainly would mean the destruction of some plants that are endemic to (only found on) this Island. There are heavy regulations for farming, to deal with these sensitivities. For instance, all crops are organic, and all new fence posts are now living trees... rather unlike the photo below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8bmW_h5GEI/AAAAAAAAALk/NpIRssl9tpk/s1600-h/100_4911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172074504766691394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8bmW_h5GEI/AAAAAAAAALk/NpIRssl9tpk/s320/100_4911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isabel rides the donkey with some friendly help. Ame and Fernando trail behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were shown the various crops: coffee trees, 5 types of banana trees, tomate and a wide variety of fruits. Isabel chased the chickens. The farmer picked fresh tomate for us to sample, cut watermelon for us, and had us milk their cows. Ame was really happy about the visit. She liked the idea of Isabel seeing where food comes from. Sure, we could visit farms in the US, but you don´t see many where they clear the lava rock, and you certainly don´t get treated to freshly toasted and ground coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8bl3vh5GDI/AAAAAAAAALc/oGCSEPg1QbE/s1600-h/100_4923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172073967895779378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8bl3vh5GDI/AAAAAAAAALc/oGCSEPg1QbE/s320/100_4923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sitting round the coffee table. The farmer offered us fresh coffee. I do mean fresh- it was roasted earlier in the day and ground by hand. It was STRONG stuff. Makes Starbucks espresso seem like a Tootsie Roll.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was tough to leave the farm, as Isabel was having a great time running and playing with the girls on the farm. It would be worthwhile, though. We were going to see the giant tortoises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8blkvh5GCI/AAAAAAAAALU/-rydOD3yGGQ/s1600-h/100_4935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172073641478264866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8blkvh5GCI/AAAAAAAAALU/-rydOD3yGGQ/s320/100_4935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I´m going to get you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tortoises are in a protected area of the island where there are no human settlements or activities, apart from the nature center. Here, new hatchlings are gathered and incubated before returning to the land, as they are most vulnerable to predators when small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked up a narrow path for about two minutes before we encountered about six giant tortoises. Most were quietly eating, although two were having a fight for food and territory. They can move fast when they want to, despite appearances. They weren´t crazy about us getting too close. When Isabel would move quickly within sight, the tortoise would pull its´head back into the shell and let out a loud hiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We checked out the incubation center to see the litle babies and then had lunch. You would never guess by looking at the babies that they would become the giants later in life. They look little different than American snapping turtles, except that the lines on the shells are very rigid and distinct, even though the shell is soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8blHfh5GBI/AAAAAAAAALM/0_zVSQSgP_w/s1600-h/100_4955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172073138967091218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8blHfh5GBI/AAAAAAAAALM/0_zVSQSgP_w/s320/100_4955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hot humid weather on the Island, along with the many hikes left us all tired by lunchtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we had hired Fernando for the day, we had to let him take the rest of the day off since Isabel took a four-hour nap. All the excitement and activity from the past few days took its´toll on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; We skipped El Junco Lagoon. This was the most highly touted site in the Lonely Planet guidebook. We skipped it because it is closed. This is an extinct volcano, the crater of which forms the only fresh water lake on the island, or on any of the Galapagos Islands. It is closed because tilapia were illegally introduced to the Lagoon, and they have begun to take over, killing smaller fish that eat algae, changing the balance of the water... which happens to supply the town below with drinking water. The talapia are being removed. It would have been cool to check it out, as a unique site. Alas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-8437355247194849095?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/8437355247194849095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=8437355247194849095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/8437355247194849095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/8437355247194849095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-on-land-isla-san-cristobol.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8bmW_h5GEI/AAAAAAAAALk/NpIRssl9tpk/s72-c/100_4911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-8320774554007718641</id><published>2008-02-25T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:25.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isla San Cristobol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kicker Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galapagos Islands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hammerhead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eagle ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white tipped shark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snorkelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diving'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kicker Rock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(San Cristobol, Galapagos)-&lt;/em&gt; For Monday´s activities, we had hired a naturalist and a boat for the day, and were to see many of the worthy sights along and near the westerly coast of San Cristobol. Kicker Rock was easily the highlight.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171706868451055570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8WX_vh5F9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/xrrSvu5OVNM/s320/100_4788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ame and Isabel at the dock, at Puerto Baqueirizo Moreno. In the window above them, you can a few sea lions lying on the staircase. You have to step over them to get to the boats, at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kicker Rock is a formation of volcanic ash. The proper name of it is &lt;em&gt;Leon Dormido&lt;/em&gt;, or, Sleeping Lion. Over time, the fragile rock has split, with the result being this incredible formation. It´s about 200´high, and 700´wide, with the channel about 30-40´in width. The hammerhead sharks especially love to pass through this channel. We especially like snorkelling. Perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As we approached Kicker Rock, we began to see all sorts of birds: frigate birds, the rare Nazca boobies, and the blue-footed boobies. We took lots of pictures in the quest for the perfect shot of the blue-footed booby. (These will be on another post.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171707267883014114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8WYW_h5F-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/hDobt8Gfs2A/s320/100_4857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ame prepares for the snorkeling at Kicker Rock. Jellyfish ahead, but hammerheads and white tipped sharks below, along with eagle rays. The coloration of the barnacles, sea urchins, and plants attached to the rocks below water level cannot be described.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When they tell you that you´re about to dive into one of the best diving and snorkelling spots in the world, you nod knowingly, because you paid for the trip, and those you hire always try to make you feel like you´ve gotten the bargain of the century.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, they weren´t kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171707770394187762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8WY0Ph5F_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/WY7-EMFtQjQ/s320/100_4862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mike fumbles with his mask. Ame isn´t waiting around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The water is so clear you barely need to jump in. Of course, with a good mask, you can really see things clearly underwater. Immediately, you notice the angel fish and that you are being stung all over your body. There were millions of tiny jellyfish in the waters surrounding the rock. Once inside the channel, there were very few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next thing you notice once inside the channel are the brilliant colors attached to the walls below sea level. There are barnacles, sea urchins, and a variety of sea plants creating a mosaic of color, kind of like a stained glass window. The fish hide beneath the plants, so if you swim near the walls, suddenly several will dart out into view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The sharks were the big draw. It´s hard not to feel a little worry when hovering above six hammerheads, but the naturalist, Fernando, assured us that they feed very well with so many fish about, and besides, they feed in the evening. Hammerheads are pretty small- about 2-3´in length. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The white tipped shark is a bit more fearsome: about 7´long. One came up to get a look at me, so I decided to start to get into motion just a bit. To where? To safety? Anyhow, just as I was putting that guy out of my mind, I turned to face two large stingrays- eagle rays! At that point, I just worked to get the attention of Ame and Fernando so that they could enjoy the view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We enjoyed the site so much that we went at it a second time on the return trip. It´s so good, I´m entertaining the thought of hiring a boat again for another look. If we do, we´ll definitely bring the underwater camera. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171714135535720450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8Wemvh5GAI/AAAAAAAAALE/qTpGtQvZS2c/s320/100_4818.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ame looks back at Kicker Rock. Isabel is more hungry for lunch than sad to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-8320774554007718641?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/8320774554007718641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=8320774554007718641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/8320774554007718641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/8320774554007718641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/kicker-rock-san-cristobol-galapagos-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8WX_vh5F9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/xrrSvu5OVNM/s72-c/100_4788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-6231064578032881901</id><published>2008-02-24T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:25.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isla San Cristobol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Academy Bay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galapagos Islands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea lions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sea Lions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Isla San Cristobol, Galapagos)-&lt;/em&gt; As advertised, the sea lion population on San Cristobol is enormous. You don´t have to work very hard at all to find them. Just go to the beach and be still for a moment. If their movement doesn´t catch your eye, you will soon enough hear their barks, or smell them, if there are enough out of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8bzpfh5GII/AAAAAAAAAME/7IqWQYoQwcs/s1600-h/100_4780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172089116245432450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8bzpfh5GII/AAAAAAAAAME/7IqWQYoQwcs/s320/100_4780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two sea lions play in Academy Bay, with the police station in the background. To the left of this scene, there is a boat that is beached in the sand, under which some dozen or so sea lions always can be found hiding from the sun. At night, 200-300 sea lions congregate here on the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8bzRPh5GHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vAL51MUn5t4/s1600-h/IMG_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172088699633604722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8bzRPh5GHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vAL51MUn5t4/s320/IMG_0791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ame´s photo of a baby sea lion, full of curiosity. In the water, the younger sea lions (especially) will try to get you to swim with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-6231064578032881901?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/6231064578032881901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=6231064578032881901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/6231064578032881901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/6231064578032881901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/sea-lions-isla-san-cristobol-galapagos.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8bzpfh5GII/AAAAAAAAAME/7IqWQYoQwcs/s72-c/100_4780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-8555153443910200868</id><published>2008-02-23T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T07:48:23.609-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guayaquil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galapagos Islands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quito'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Transit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Guayaquil, Ecuador)-&lt;/span&gt; I'm sitting in the airport at Quayquil, between flights to the Galapagos, and enjoying the best internet connection I've had in two weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight from Quito to Guayaquil was great viewing- Quito as the city between the mountains, and the terrible flooding in Guayaquil. The latter scene was awful, but something to observe from the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-8555153443910200868?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/8555153443910200868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=8555153443910200868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/8555153443910200868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/8555153443910200868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-transit-guayaquil-ecuador-im-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-4008064196292016386</id><published>2008-02-23T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:25.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guayaquil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flooding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon Bolivar Airport'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guayaquil Flooding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Guayaquil, Ecuador)-&lt;/em&gt; While the weather in Quito had been damp and chilly, it had been much warmer in Quayquil, but with torrential rains for days, with massive flooding here and in many other coastal South American locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two of Ame´s pictures from the air, as we approached Guayaquil´s Simon Bolivar Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8bxAfh5GGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QnIIQFhTPYg/s1600-h/IMG_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172086212847540322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8bxAfh5GGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QnIIQFhTPYg/s320/IMG_0783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8bwgfh5GFI/AAAAAAAAALs/DPg_JSeWuaM/s1600-h/IMG_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172085663091726418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8bwgfh5GFI/AAAAAAAAALs/DPg_JSeWuaM/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guayaquil is Ecuador´s largest city, with a population of over 2 million. The city must be on higher ground, as it was seemingly untouched. The farms, on the other hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was told by a Galapagos native that the slim upside is that for the rice crops grown in Guayquil´s farms, irrigation will be unnecessary. We saw the pictures on TV of already impoverished subsistence farmers thrown out of their homes, and assume he did too. Maybe he has a dark sense of humor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-4008064196292016386?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/4008064196292016386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=4008064196292016386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/4008064196292016386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/4008064196292016386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/guayaquil-flooding-guayaquil-ecuador.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8bxAfh5GGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/QnIIQFhTPYg/s72-c/IMG_0783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-1853873126177081568</id><published>2008-02-22T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:26.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basilica de Quito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='platos tipicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Academia Latinoamericana de Espanol'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Day of School in Quito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Quito, Ecuador)-&lt;/em&gt; Our last day of school was made extra special as Ame´s insructor invited her to bring Isabel to school.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172095030415399106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8b5Bvh5GMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nBeNnjnsoMw/s320/IMG_0744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¡Listo! ¡Vamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172095648890689746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8b5lvh5GNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KTkP5qNhQ2s/s320/100_4697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isabel &lt;/em&gt;loved&lt;em&gt; the crowded busses in Quito. They were usually absurdly full of people during rush hours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8b4o_h5GLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XPkxwpYyCss/s1600-h/100_4708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172094605213636786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8b4o_h5GLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XPkxwpYyCss/s320/100_4708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We really enjoyed how our fellow students were having fun with Isabel at the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8b4Tvh5GKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gHCHnM-HqJA/s1600-h/IMG_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172094240141416610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8b4Tvh5GKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gHCHnM-HqJA/s320/IMG_0751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Isabel is on the top floor, with June. Isabel remained pretty shy with most of the students, although after two days of tourist activity with June, they were on best-pal terms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our last day included some instruction, exams, and then making a traditional meal. It was a bit dry for me at this point, since Sonia had shown me how to make several Ecuadorian &lt;em&gt;platos tipicos&lt;/em&gt;. After helping with the preparation, I played poker with Bas, Hanna, and Richard while the food cooked. The meal was a fun way to spend our last action together. I was hoping to return in the evening for additional poker fun, but time conspired against me. Lindsay plyed peekaboo with Isabel, and then we left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Galapagos Islands are next!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-1853873126177081568?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/1853873126177081568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=1853873126177081568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/1853873126177081568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/1853873126177081568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-day-of-school-in-quito-quito.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R8b5Bvh5GMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nBeNnjnsoMw/s72-c/IMG_0744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-7518414728093627273</id><published>2008-02-17T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:28.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mitad Del Mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basilica de Quito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Equator'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fun On The Equator&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(San Antonio, Ecuador)-&lt;/em&gt; Sure, it's a tourist trap, but if you are in Equador, it would be silly not to visit &lt;em&gt;La Mitad Del Mundo&lt;/em&gt;, the monument &lt;em&gt;near&lt;/em&gt; the line for which the country is named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175075755512365458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9GP-x0NAZI/AAAAAAAAANE/GvdpP2tlEOQ/s320/100_4661.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To the right of Isabel, North America. To the left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175077915880915362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9GR8h0NAaI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZVNRmXBU2MA/s320/100_4649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9GPgB0NAYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/SnnrGAHhjMY/s1600-h/100_4645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175075227231388034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9GPgB0NAYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/SnnrGAHhjMY/s320/100_4645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Set your GPS unit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9GPEh0NAXI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6oqWKAiUNuQ/s1600-h/100_4638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175074754784985458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9GPEh0NAXI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6oqWKAiUNuQ/s320/100_4638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Folk dancers near the line. Actually, they cross the line, and nothing in particular happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mitad is about 20 miles north of Quito. On weekends, they have quite a festival there, with folk dancers in traditional garb, 11-piece mariachi bands, and singers who perform the latest light rock Latino hits. The monument is a mini-museum, with displays on Ecuador's natural history as well as the history of the indigenous peoples and the colonial settlers, and it also has great views from the top. It's a fun place to spend a few hours, especially so that you can later say, 'why of course I've been to the Equator'! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-7518414728093627273?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/7518414728093627273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=7518414728093627273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/7518414728093627273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/7518414728093627273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/fun-on-equator-quito-ecuador-sure-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9GP-x0NAZI/AAAAAAAAANE/GvdpP2tlEOQ/s72-c/100_4661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-2280849157119286357</id><published>2008-02-17T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:28.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pululahua Volcano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Mitad del Mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='llama'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extinct Volcano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Nublin, Ecuador)-&lt;/em&gt; On the way to &lt;em&gt;La Mitad del Mundo&lt;/em&gt;, we were treated to an excellent sidebar- the extinct volcano &lt;a href="http://www.getquitoecuador.com/quito-natural-attractions/pululahua_volcano_reserve.html"&gt;Pululahua&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The volcano is thought to have last erupted more than 2,000 years ago. Nobody thinks it's going to erupt again, least of which the farmers and homeowners who reside inside the crater! Observe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cK2WSDbYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/VKPN-O6GcqM/s1600-h/img_0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181121825123560834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cK2WSDbYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/VKPN-O6GcqM/s320/img_0685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Farming inside the crater of a volcano. Makes right-of-way work seem exceptionally safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the roadway to the volcano sits a modern interpretation of an indigenous temple. There is a nice museum inside, with displays and dissertations on things important to the indigenous peoples of the Andes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181121288252648802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cKXGSDbWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/klOf3GenfAM/s320/img_0692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It can't be more than five years old. An impressive structure, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181121090684153170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cKLmSDbVI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eYFgc_g0-1A/s320/img_0701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A man in ceremonial garb whistles through a traditional instrument. He also danced around a cauldron of burning insense to tribal drums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181121537360751986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cKlmSDbXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/cy57k0WaaJ4/s320/100_4621.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ame makes nice with a local llama on site. Isabel isn't convinced the llama is her friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-2280849157119286357?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/2280849157119286357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=2280849157119286357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/2280849157119286357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/2280849157119286357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/extinct-volcano-nublin-ecuador-on-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cK2WSDbYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/VKPN-O6GcqM/s72-c/img_0685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-6700386229617428844</id><published>2008-02-17T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:30.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabel Kole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonald&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KFC'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fun In The Park&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Quito, Ecuador)-&lt;/em&gt; We were lucky to have a neighborhood park just one block away from our host family's home in Quito. We didn't visit as much as we would have liked, thanks to the rain, but we did make it this morning, prior to heading out to the Equator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cGYGSDbUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Z-HGOSL21j8/s1600-h/100_4542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181116907386006850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cGYGSDbUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Z-HGOSL21j8/s320/100_4542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOVED the mountains in the background, as always. Isabel loved the jungle gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cGOmSDbTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/MSBKbnt2OBw/s1600-h/100_4545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181116744177249586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cGOmSDbTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/MSBKbnt2OBw/s320/100_4545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KFC is everywhere in Quito, including the park. I read somewhere that KFC has more worldwide outlets than McDonald's. I found that unbelievable until I travelled internationally. In Ecuador, I saw at least eight different KFC locations, and not even one McDonald's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cGEGSDbSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fnellv7kV-c/s1600-h/100_4573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181116563788623138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cGEGSDbSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fnellv7kV-c/s320/100_4573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isabel enjoyed the flowers, almost as much as splashing in puddles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cFu2SDbRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/E5GwHLl3Nw0/s1600-h/img_0677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181116198716402962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cFu2SDbRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/E5GwHLl3Nw0/s320/img_0677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is how you do it, Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cFXGSDbQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ta7rLzSXB_Y/s1600-h/img_0678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181115790694509826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cFXGSDbQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Ta7rLzSXB_Y/s320/img_0678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You don't say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-6700386229617428844?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/6700386229617428844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=6700386229617428844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/6700386229617428844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/6700386229617428844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/fun-in-park-we-were-lucky-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cGYGSDbUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Z-HGOSL21j8/s72-c/100_4542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-91726538613184668</id><published>2008-02-16T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:31.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plantains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuadorian food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditional food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bananas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Otavalo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Otavalo, Part 3 - Food&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Otavalo, Ecuador)-&lt;/em&gt; While the traditional clothes and handicrafts are a draw for tourists, locals buy food for the next week's consumption. It's definitely different from how we shop at Kroger's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cVwmSDbgI/AAAAAAAAARI/dRcXFU-YfDQ/s1600-h/100_4400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181133820967218690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cVwmSDbgI/AAAAAAAAARI/dRcXFU-YfDQ/s320/100_4400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I bought a small loaf of bread for Isabel to munch on. It cost eight cents. I couldn't believe it when the young girl said "&lt;/em&gt;ocho centavos&lt;em&gt;". I had her repeat it twice- not because my Spanish was so bad, but because I just couldn't believe the price could be so low.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cVn2SDbfI/AAAAAAAAARA/a9AXuUS4eHU/s1600-h/100_4417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181133670643363314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cVn2SDbfI/AAAAAAAAARA/a9AXuUS4eHU/s320/100_4417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I really screwed up by not eating a single thing from the carts. The guidebooks warned that while the food was authentically local and quite tasty, it also brought with it some health risks. I'm such a wuss. What's a little diarrhea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cVfGSDbeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yrwHxtTw6gg/s1600-h/100_4419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181133520319507938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cVfGSDbeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/yrwHxtTw6gg/s320/100_4419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bananas or plantains. Either was widely available. They filled the air with sweet aroma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cVQmSDbdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bmoQc7FxMiE/s1600-h/100_4425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181133271211404754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cVQmSDbdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bmoQc7FxMiE/s320/100_4425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fresh grains, beans, fruits, and vegetables. It's a pain to scoop 100 grams of beans from the ground to a bag for sale, never mind the health risks. I don't know why they sell food from the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-91726538613184668?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/91726538613184668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=91726538613184668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/91726538613184668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/91726538613184668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/otavalo-part-3-food-otavalo-ecuador.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cVwmSDbgI/AAAAAAAAARI/dRcXFU-YfDQ/s72-c/100_4400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-5897043680028220244</id><published>2008-02-16T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:32.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Che Guevara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Otavalo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Otavalo, Pt 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Otavalo, Ecuador)-&lt;/em&gt; Here's the &lt;em&gt;tourista&lt;/em&gt; must-see. Otavalo lies about 90 minutes northeast of Quito. The drive is wonderful, with mountains, cliffs, and river views that aren't a bad rival to the Pacific Coast Highway in California. The town is essentially an enormous open-air market every Saturday, with everything from freshly harvested grains to the tourist draws: traditional clothing and crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cSC2SDbcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZMaQmvNKAxI/s1600-h/100_4398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181129736453320130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cSC2SDbcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZMaQmvNKAxI/s320/100_4398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the less crowded streets. Ame holds Isabel along with our travel companions June, Joelle and the retired policeman who was June's host.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are expected to haggle here. Once, I gave the asking price to a woman for something. She was stunned, so much so that it took a moment for her to remember to thank me. It was like that scene from Monty Python's "Life of Brian", where Brian tries to buy a fake beard for a disguise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cR3GSDbbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/PVi1q7MiyoY/s1600-h/100_4410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181129534589857202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cR3GSDbbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/PVi1q7MiyoY/s320/100_4410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ame inspects a traditional dress. We ended up not getting one for Isabel. Ame did haggle, however, so everyone at least had that satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cRuWSDbaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ywDmehNawvE/s1600-h/100_4416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181129384266001826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cRuWSDbaI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ywDmehNawvE/s320/100_4416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hand-carved charms on necklaces, and patches featuring the likenesses of Che Guevara and 50-Cent. Some great irony there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The likeness of Che Guevara could be seen here and there throughout Ecuador, but nowhere like Otavalo. Apparently, Che still holds a great appeal for Ecuadorians living in the rural areas, especially those as close to Columbia as this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was greatly tempted to provoke some of the people bearing the likeness. If they had the image on their truck, I wanted to ask if it was because they believed in Che. If they said yes, the response would be to agree and to declare that all property is theft, and that I would be taking the truck. Just want to see if there is consistency in their beliefs. Ame frowned on such activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cRkWSDbZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/aV6Huq2jmj4/s1600-h/100_4424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181129212467309970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cRkWSDbZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/aV6Huq2jmj4/s320/100_4424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That isn't &lt;/em&gt;your&lt;em&gt; shirt! It's &lt;/em&gt;our&lt;em&gt; shirt! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worn with &lt;/em&gt;ARMANI&lt;em&gt; jeans! Oh, the irony and the guilt!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-5897043680028220244?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/5897043680028220244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=5897043680028220244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/5897043680028220244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/5897043680028220244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/otavalo-pt-2-otavalo-ecuador-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cSC2SDbcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZMaQmvNKAxI/s72-c/100_4398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-88965675228583201</id><published>2008-02-16T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:34.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pacific Coast Highway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Otavalo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Otavalo, Part 1 - The Drive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Otavalo, Ecuador)-&lt;/em&gt; Parts of the drive from Quito to Otavalo along Highway 35 rivaled the views found on the Pacific Coast Highway in California. That's a lofty comparison, but I can make it with some authority, having now ridden both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This roadway hugs the sides of mountains and overlooks rivers in gorges. The winding, near-switchback roads made me glad a former policeman was driving. The limestone mountains have caves hollowed into them. And, thanks to the recent rains, the cacti are in bloom. The shortcomings? It lacks an ocean view and some areas are marred by graffiti. Have a look for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cY2GSDblI/AAAAAAAAARw/gx5gKhsB4hI/s1600-h/100_4370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181137213991382610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cY2GSDblI/AAAAAAAAARw/gx5gKhsB4hI/s320/100_4370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cYtWSDbkI/AAAAAAAAARo/hOIFa_DV1EQ/s1600-h/100_4372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181137063667527234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cYtWSDbkI/AAAAAAAAARo/hOIFa_DV1EQ/s320/100_4372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cYj2SDbjI/AAAAAAAAARg/GNlPK8M83uA/s1600-h/100_4374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181136900458769970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cYj2SDbjI/AAAAAAAAARg/GNlPK8M83uA/s320/100_4374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cYcGSDbiI/AAAAAAAAARY/XxwwXzL7iSE/s1600-h/100_4375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181136767314783778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cYcGSDbiI/AAAAAAAAARY/XxwwXzL7iSE/s320/100_4375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cYU2SDbhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/F9pFZMSruno/s1600-h/100_4377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181136642760732178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cYU2SDbhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/F9pFZMSruno/s320/100_4377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a stiff neck on arrival at Otavalo, from looking almost continuously out the window!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-88965675228583201?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/88965675228583201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=88965675228583201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/88965675228583201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/88965675228583201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/03/otavalo-part-1-drive-otavalo-ecuador.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R-cY2GSDblI/AAAAAAAAARw/gx5gKhsB4hI/s72-c/100_4370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-3336365432145330018</id><published>2008-02-15T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:34.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuadorian food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditional food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quito'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson in Traditional Ecuadorian Food Preparation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Quito, Ecuador)-&lt;/em&gt; I took a great interest in the food that our hostess, Sonia Martinez, was making for us each night, so on Friday, she invited me into the kitchen to observe and take part in the preparation of the family meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MR_x0NAkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Fb_BHPCjshM/s1600-h/100_4348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175500184180556354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MR_x0NAkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Fb_BHPCjshM/s320/100_4348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Professora slices pork for pan roasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is actually very, very simple. The meats will be roasted or fried in salt, garlic, and cumin. The latter is the key to the Ecuadorian flavors for meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salads might be as simple as a lettuce and tomato item, or onions and tomatoes, but Sonia's homemade seasonings were great. She would rub sugar into the onion and then let them soak for about a half hour. She would rinse them and then dress any of her salads in vinegar, olive oil, salt, the juice of a small lime, and cilantro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MRph0NAjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/JKUAYKZpPYs/s1600-h/100_4360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175499801928466994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MRph0NAjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/JKUAYKZpPYs/s320/100_4360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rubbing sugar into the onions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MRVB0NAiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4uiljVojJOc/s1600-h/100_4364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175499449741148706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MRVB0NAiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4uiljVojJOc/s320/100_4364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plantains frying in oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Each meal would have at least two starches- almost always rice and then potatoes or plantains. On this night, the rice went by the wayside in favor of corn. The plantains were my favorite variety- the semi-sweet ones. Here is the table presentation of the full meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MQ-B0NAhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/5LAbZSxp53w/s1600-h/100_4367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175499054604157458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MQ-B0NAhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/5LAbZSxp53w/s320/100_4367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A traditional, special Ecuadorian meal: roast pork, corn, plantains, potatoes, and salad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The food looks a little different here than in the US. The corn is not in perfect straight rows. The potatoes bought at smaller food kiosks come with soil still attached to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was all very delicious, night after night. I especially appreciated the special invite to take part in the preparation. Sonia appeared to appreciate the enthusiasm. She told me that Ecuadorian men don't usually take an interest in the kitchen, unless they are chefs by trade. It may not be &lt;em&gt;muy macho&lt;/em&gt; by local standards, but I enjoyed the lesson, and am looking forward to making a similar dish once back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-3336365432145330018?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/3336365432145330018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=3336365432145330018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/3336365432145330018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/3336365432145330018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/lesson-in-traditional-ecuadorian-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R9MR_x0NAkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Fb_BHPCjshM/s72-c/100_4348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-2823111127974417774</id><published>2008-02-11T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:35.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Convento San Agustin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miguel de Santiago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quito'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Convento San Agustin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Quito, Ecuador)- One of the highlights of the guided tour of Old Town was an old colonial church, convent, and monastery called El Convento San Agustin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It houses some of Ecuador's treasures- its' documents of independence, and restored paintings from the prolific Miguel de Santiago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The paintings were a marvel to me, especially because they are stored outdoors. These are national treasures, but they can be stored outside because the weather is rarely very humid. My kind of place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73jw_h5F6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/tijnNuzF4ZY/s1600-h/100_4158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73jw_h5F6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/tijnNuzF4ZY/s320/100_4158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169538378118010786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Quito's Declaration of Independence from Spain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73jOvh5F5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ypffpvCqnSY/s1600-h/100_4153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73jOvh5F5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ypffpvCqnSY/s320/100_4153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169537789707491218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One of Miguel de Santiago's numerous restored paintings. The ornate nature of the church and convent reminded me a great deal of The Alhambra, in Grenada, Spain. There are connections, of course, thanks to the colonial ties of Ecuador to Spain. I especially noticed Moorish details in the stonework on the walkways, although the golden pineapples on the ceiling is also reminiscent. And yes, it is real gold on the frame of the painting, and on the pineapples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-2823111127974417774?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/2823111127974417774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=2823111127974417774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/2823111127974417774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/2823111127974417774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73jw_h5F6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/tijnNuzF4ZY/s72-c/100_4158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-937305532010024006</id><published>2008-02-11T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:35.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presidential Palace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Academia Latinoamericana de Espanol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quito'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;School Days Begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Quito, Ecuador)&lt;/span&gt;- The main focus of the first two weeks of the trip is the immersion into the Spanish language. Ame &amp;amp; I are students at &lt;a href="http://latinoschools.com"&gt;La Academia Latinoamericana de Espanol&lt;/a&gt;, in Quito's New Town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For our first day, we actually did not have instruction. Instead, there was a guided tour of Quito's Old Town, which was a bit repetitious given our activity Sunday. But it was also an opportunity to get to know our fellow newbies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73gjPh5F4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/cRN3nHMaT_A/s1600-h/100_4146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73gjPh5F4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/cRN3nHMaT_A/s320/100_4146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169534843359926146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Newbies: Mike, Ella (?), (?), Ame, Richard (South Africa), Hanna (Portland, OR), Lindsey (Portland), Joelle (Switzerland), Maura (Brooklyn NY), and Rod (England). Unfortunately, June (China) and Bas (Holland) did not make the photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73gafh5F3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/X-u9Ut1D870/s1600-h/100_4166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73gafh5F3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/X-u9Ut1D870/s320/100_4166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169534693036070770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bas, after clowning at the side of a Presidential Guard, at Ecuador's Presidential Palace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-937305532010024006?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/937305532010024006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=937305532010024006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/937305532010024006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/937305532010024006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/school-days-begin-quito-ecuador-main.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73gjPh5F4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/cRN3nHMaT_A/s72-c/100_4146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-3758475086283600861</id><published>2008-02-10T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:35.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Panecillo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quito'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El Panecillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Quito, Ecuador)- After eating at Cafe Mosaico, we decided to take a cab to El Panecillo- The Virgin of Quito- for a closer look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, being atop a high hill lent itself to more excellent views, but here's a look at the monument itself, plus some of the stained glass windows in the base of the monument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73cKPh5F2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/D5d1rhMsz4Y/s1600-h/100_4140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73cKPh5F2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/D5d1rhMsz4Y/s320/100_4140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169530015816685410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73bivh5F1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/8zEbhFfwvIo/s1600-h/100_4101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73bivh5F1I/AAAAAAAAAJs/8zEbhFfwvIo/s320/100_4101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169529337211852626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_Panecillo"&gt;Link to more info on El Panecillo&lt;/a&gt;, via wikipedia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-3758475086283600861?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/3758475086283600861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=3758475086283600861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/3758475086283600861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/3758475086283600861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73cKPh5F2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/D5d1rhMsz4Y/s72-c/100_4140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-8788092353582343324</id><published>2008-02-10T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:36.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quito'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quito Streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Quito, Ecuador)-&lt;/span&gt; I love the views away from the central city, where you can see mountains behind the colonial buildings. The first photo really shows it well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73Y6Ph5F0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3kUnuoG23DE/s1600-h/100_4040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73Y6Ph5F0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3kUnuoG23DE/s320/100_4040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169526442403895106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Ame chases after Isabel down Calle Sucre, in Old Town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73YvPh5FzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XFYAq0Dc-rM/s1600-h/100_4042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73YvPh5FzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XFYAq0Dc-rM/s320/100_4042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169526253425334066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;One of the streets leading up to the restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-8788092353582343324?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/8788092353582343324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=8788092353582343324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/8788092353582343324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/8788092353582343324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/quito-streets-quito-ecuador-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R73Y6Ph5F0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3kUnuoG23DE/s72-c/100_4040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-5173196028402102502</id><published>2008-02-10T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:36.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Panecillo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basilica de Quito'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More Restaurant Views&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7s3lvh5FyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cqAgP8VKqAM/s1600-h/100_4053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7s3lvh5FyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cqAgP8VKqAM/s320/100_4053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168786118891083554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7s3Zvh5FxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2TCmvD1MryY/s1600-h/100_4058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7s3Zvh5FxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2TCmvD1MryY/s320/100_4058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168785912732653330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Another view of El Panecillo, plus the Basilica de Quito, below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-5173196028402102502?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/5173196028402102502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=5173196028402102502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/5173196028402102502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/5173196028402102502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-restaurant-views-another-view-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7s3lvh5FyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cqAgP8VKqAM/s72-c/100_4053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-5909281633029849116</id><published>2008-02-10T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:36.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Panecillo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virgin of Quito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quito'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sky High Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked across the Old Town to the east, getting away from the crowded commercial center into a more residential area towards a perfect lunch spot with a view. The guide book highly recommended this restaurant, Cafe Mosaico for the view, if not the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7stx_h5FwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FfhlQYpDJFo/s1600-h/IMG_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7stx_h5FwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FfhlQYpDJFo/s320/IMG_0621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168775334228203266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;El Panecillo- the Virgin of Quito- looms in the backgroun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;d. Mike catches his breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guide book did not disappoint. The many, many stairs up the steep hill were well worth the crash course in adjusting to high altitudes. The view was awesome! The balcony is enclosed, because you really don't want to fall from this height. The food was good, too. Mostly a Greek menu, which was surprising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabel walked all of the stairs, too- at her insistence!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-5909281633029849116?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/5909281633029849116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=5909281633029849116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/5909281633029849116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/5909281633029849116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/sky-high-restaurant-we-walked-across.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7stx_h5FwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FfhlQYpDJFo/s72-c/IMG_0621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-8184567056761026279</id><published>2008-02-10T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:37.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plaza de Santo Domingo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quito'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exploring Quito's "Old Town"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are two major town square areas in the Old Town is the Plaza de Santo Domingo, anchored by the Church &amp;amp; Convent of Santo Domingo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7srufh5FvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/aPOPBUZIh3w/s1600-h/100_3998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7srufh5FvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/aPOPBUZIh3w/s320/100_3998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168773075075405554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ame carried Isabel in a backpack for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7srlPh5FuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/LVinw1EN-to/s1600-h/100_4005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7srlPh5FuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/LVinw1EN-to/s320/100_4005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168772916161615586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;It was a perfect, sunny day- and again, the mountains in the background are always spectacular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-8184567056761026279?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/8184567056761026279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=8184567056761026279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/8184567056761026279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/8184567056761026279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/exploring-quitos-old-town-there-are-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7srufh5FvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/aPOPBUZIh3w/s72-c/100_3998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-9096123196052844959</id><published>2008-02-09T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:38.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gringolandia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andes Mountains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quito'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Day Pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We arrived late Friday evening, but wasted no time on Saturday, getting into Quito's "New Town". This is north of the "Old Town", where the Spaniards initially constructed their city after the conquest of the Incas. A portion of New Town is very touristy, prompting locals to derisively call it, "Gringolandia".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7nfpPh5FqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kED0fTD9DXw/s320/100_3970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168407947020670626" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7nfz_h5FrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cDEOBzHjBAk/s1600-h/100_3971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7nfz_h5FrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cDEOBzHjBAk/s320/100_3971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168408131704264370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Andes Mountains are in view everywhere in Quito. Coming from a flat place like Indiana, even common views are exhilerating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;: I figured out the trick with Blogger and the upload speeds. For whatever reason, the pictures &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; be uploaded before the text is added, and two pictures is all it will allow. Don't ask me to explain, but at least I can finally get pictures here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-9096123196052844959?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/9096123196052844959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=9096123196052844959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/9096123196052844959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/9096123196052844959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-day-pics-we-arrived-late-friday_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7nfpPh5FqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kED0fTD9DXw/s72-c/100_3970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-5801361892601652842</id><published>2008-02-09T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:48:38.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quito'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More From Quito's "New Town"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7souPh5FsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/yk933KiH7Zg/s320/100_3984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168769772245554882" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7spRvh5FtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4I9URWzMKYM/s1600-h/100_3988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7spRvh5FtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4I9URWzMKYM/s320/100_3988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168770382130910930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Top: Ame chats with our fellow students, while Isabel enjoys her first of many fresh fruit juices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bottom: From left- Phillipe, Isabel, Ame, and Meredith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-5801361892601652842?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/5801361892601652842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=5801361892601652842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/5801361892601652842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/5801361892601652842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-from-quitos-new-town-top-ame-chats.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W62CBjRRCio/R7souPh5FsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/yk933KiH7Zg/s72-c/100_3984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7761369756232323400.post-2079699168562320054</id><published>2008-02-07T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T11:20:11.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Kole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabel Kole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ame Kole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galapagos Islands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecuador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andes Mountains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quito'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ame has wanted to do a Spanish immersion abroad for some time, to augment her language skills with her work as a midwife, where many of her mommas speak Spanish exclusively. While I am pretty open-minded about travel, I had two criteria: no overwhelming humidity, and no mosquitos. That ruled out Costa Rica, which was the first choice. Actually, it ruled out many locations and pointed us to Ecuador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quito is situated in the Andean highlands, between two ranges of the Andes Mountains. The altitude is a great factor in negating the humidity. When we started researching and discovered that the Galapagos Islands are a part of Ecuador, and that Quito is the springboard for travel to Quito, our minds were made up pretty quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the purpose of this blog is to share pictures and observations from our travels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depending on our access to internet (and speeds), I may be posting all of the pictures to our page on www.myphotoalbum.com. In any case, I will be online almost daily, and will try to post frequently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7761369756232323400-2079699168562320054?l=koleecuador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/feeds/2079699168562320054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7761369756232323400&amp;postID=2079699168562320054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/2079699168562320054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7761369756232323400/posts/default/2079699168562320054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koleecuador.blogspot.com/2008/02/welcome-ame-has-wanted-to-do-spanish.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Kole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17573721231319244630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1886/179/1600/MikeRadio%20(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
