So Zac is off at his first day of school! I sent him out the door with snacks, reading glasses, his new dictionary and pocket change for to-go coffee. (Okay, he really did all the getting ready himself, but I waved goodbye!)
Yesterday, we took advantage of the sun to go riding. Each Sunday, Quito closes 33km of one of the main thoroughfares of the city and rents out bicycles to all comers. Melanie, a Canadian who's been running a refugee camp in the Sudan for the past three years, and Carey, a Californian who flies helicopters in Afghanistan, joined us for the day.
Melanie and I had to take a break from bike riding when we stumbled across some sort of Zumba/Tae-Bo hybrid class in the park. The instructor demonstrated the moves by pretending to attack and beat up a member of the audience. And it all happened to the beat of loud Latin pop music.
After riding in the sun for several hours, we turned our bikes back in and took a trip through the Mariscal Artisan Market. Our best find of the market- Meat on a Stick! Yummmmm.
Zac and I took a break in the shade but it was too late. We are so. so. red. Three weeks in the Costa Rican sun has nothing on one day at 9,000 feet up. Ouch!
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