No More Soup

This time we didn't even mean to order soup, Steph specifically asked for "Spaghetti with vegetables" in her best Spanish, and the waiter repeated it. Sure enough he comes out with what appeared to be vegetable soup - corn, broccoli, cauliflower, and scrambled eggs soaking in a weird broth. It was better than my literally dripping-with-grease chicken sandwich though.

We went to the beach today (which was really nice) and got sunburned, and aren't going to be able to take a shower for at least 36 hours. So we're all salty, sunburned, hungry, tired and about to get on a night bus back to Quito. Oh, and maybe a bit cranky too. So ready to get out of this town and back to civilization - here's hoping Santiago has some good food and at least some people speak English (or our Spanish magically gets a whole lot better over the next 48 hours)!