Consider NOT partying in the Mariscal of Quito, Ecuador

Alright, send the hate mail in. I’m ready. Friends. Readers. People I’ve never met. When I did research about Quito, and when I meet foreigners visiting Quito, all I hear about is one thing – the Mariscal. “Yeah, we heard you should check out the Mariscal,” “The Mariscal is so dangerous,” “The Mariscal is where…

Confidence: fake it until you make it

Alright, sista. Get your mean face on. I used to laugh when I would realize how differently I walk down the street in Quito, Ecuador, a city of three million people where I stick out like a sore thumb versus how I am in the town I grew up in. I look rude. I’m not…

La Basílica – A Quito, Ecuador must-see

When it comes to Quito classics, this is probably my number one pick. Gotta do the Basílica. For about 3 bucks and a janky ladder climb to the top of the steeples, this combines sightseeing with a a little bit of adventure and a great view sure to give memories. There’s a cute little cafe,…

Fruterías in Quito, Ecuador

I forgot about the wonder of the frutería. Being from Wisconsin, we have lots of good food. Cheese curds, ice cream, steak, some corn and apples that are out of this world. However, some other parts of the planet have got a leg up on a few tropical fruits — not to mention fruits I…

Don’t wear shorts in the mountains

After living 2 years in Quito, I could tell apart the other fair-skinned blondes who LIVE in the city and those who were VISITING the city. It was that easy. One of the biggest ones? Tourists wear shorts. If you’re going to the beach of Ecuador, wear shorts, flip flops, crazy hats, whatever. If you’re…

Where you (should) be fine to eat greens in Quito, Ecuador

I accept no liability for this article or anything on this website. Some of my friends would tell you anywhere. Some would tell you nowhere. I tell you… this is my list. MadMex – walking on Naciones Unidos in CCNU mall before you hit the Stadium or Quicentro. I have eaten the veggies there countless…

Travel tip 1: Know the color of your suitcases

I was standing in a foreign land, tall blonde in a crowded airport, bustling people beyond exhausted scrambling around after a long day. I looked GREAT (sarcasm noted) with my black plastic glasses, matted airplane hair and the comfiest clothes I could find in my closet. And they lost my luggage. I approached the counter;…