There was a strong police presence around Quito to deter thieves from stealing from tourists. I wandered streets with ease until I came to a hill where I literally lost my breath. The nearly 3000 metres about sea level made me feel ancient. It wasn’t until my daughter arrived and she experienced the same breathlessness climbing hills, that I felt reassured.
Quito was an easy city to roam. We enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere, the open plazas, the food and the perfect daytime temperatures. Sadly, not everyone’s life was that easy. My daughter discovered a shoeshine boy whom we met daily on our meanderings, who went to school for part of the day, and worked the remainder.