Woke up nice and early to get a bus to go to the Andes Mountains. I slept most of the five hour trip, but when I arrived, I was estatic. The mountains are gorgeous and the words and pictures don't give them much justice. We stopped for lunch and went to two museums. They were quite what we were used to but still had replicas of Incan people and they had artifacts. It didn't take us much time to walk through, but we did gain some knowledge. Then we stopped at this church. I was raised Catholic, but and not religious, but I was amazed by this church. The church was built into the side of this mountain and it had castle like characteristics. We climbed to the top of the church and then to the top of the mountain. It just kept getting higher and higher. It was hard to breathe becasue of the altitude, but the view was worth it all. You could see the whole city below and it was great. After that, we checked into our hotel in Azogues, and there is nothing much to do in the town, so we got right back on the bus to go to Cuenca for a couple hours. It is the third largest city, and it know for its colonialism. I feel that we should have stayed the night there instead. There was alot to see and do, but we only had time to visit the craft market, and walk around alittle. It was also raining which made the situation somewhat unplesant. We took the bus back after a few hours for food and entertainment. The food was horrible, but the entertainment was great. Camillo had a native musician come and play some indigenous instruments. he was exceptionally good and could switch between instruments with ease. Then we were on a hunt for something to do, which proved to be useless. Our hotel rooms were very apparently split down the middle between the rich and poor. The difference between my room and the buys room was unreal. Our room was clean, spacious and had big open windows. Their room was cramped with stains on the carpet, and no windows. Their bathroom window opened into the hallway and the other windows opened into a closed area where you could talk with yoru neighbors. The toilet and shower overflowed for no reason as well. It was humorous. Once we were outside, we realized that the whole town was dead. The "casino" was so ghetto and the only store we found open in walking distance was a 24 hour liquor store. We hung out outside with some of the locals and had a drink with them. They wanted to know all about what we were doing and how long we were staying. They wanted to make plans to hang out before they learned that we were staying so far away in Guayaquil. One of them had to take a picture of Jillian because he said she was the first white woman he had ever seen that he was attracted to and he had to show all of his friends at work. My favorite part about visiting other countries is interacting with the locals and talking with them. Chatted with them for a while and then off to bed.