The view from Hotel Embassy.
A very pretty church (whose name I can't remember).
Later in the afternoon, it started to rain. This would be a theme for the trip, as it would rain (or snow) on us every day we were in Ecuador.
The next day was a short acclimation hike of Rucu Pichincha, 15,413 ft, a peak adjacent to Quito. Pichincha translates to the "The Good that Cries" in Quichua, and Rucu means "Old Person."
There is another 15er on the same massive called Guagua ("Baby") Pichincha, which we did not climb.
Wilson was our lone guide for most of the trip. He is a really nice guy and speaks English quite well.
Chuquirahua, or the "Fire Spear" plant
Rucu Pichincha usually doesn't have any snow on it, but the recent stormy weather pushed the snow line to about 14,000 ft.
Despite the snow, the route was pretty easy. A bit cold toward the top though.
Wilson and my parents, as seen from the summit.
Anna and Wilson getting ready for lunch on the summit. Guacamole sandwiches! Yum!
The weather started to clear as we headed down.