The flight to Quito was delayed in Atlanta because of an engine issue. So, arrival to Quito International airport was later than expected. Even so, my ride, Patricio, was waiting with a sign that said Colonial House, my first Ecuadorian hotel. Smack dab in the heart of the Old City, Colonial House is like all the rest of the buildings:
Friday night we had a yummy dinner at India House, north of the hotel far enough to give me a blister on the back of my right heel. This was part of the dinner circle program arranged by the conference. Seven of us ate really good food in a loud, busy, bustling space. Chicago is a vibrant place with lots
The opening ceremony was held at the Cultural Center, about a half a dozen blocks from the Palmer House. The Cultural Center is a beautiful space domed ceiling, beautifully lit, marble staircase. Chairs filled the second floor around a small stage and an extremely large screen. The evening began with a taped message from Mr. Iyengar wishing us a
The room is very nice; spacious with two beds, two chairs in a seating area in front of a TV. Theres a desk and dresser and two closets. The decorations all match and have sort of a peacock theme that is carried on in the carpeting in the hallways. We met a woman at the meet and greet who hadnt
After check-in and registration the Meet and Greet was underway. With light fare of pita & hummus, stuffed grape leaves & cucumber sauce, falafel, roasted veggies and Greek salad, we had enough to fill us and forego dinner. Yummy food. There were lots of people I recognized and it was good to see and chat with other yogis. I met
Marie and I met at a Park and Ride on I-94 and made a beeline for Chicago. The trip is easy, a straight shot save for a few toll booths. Finding the Palmer House was easy. Its elegant, efficient and high class. The lobby transported me to Europe with the ornate fixtures, wrought iron balcony railings, and in particular, the
We pulled into Fargo yesterday after driving almost 1,500 miles through North and South Dakota. As mentioned in my previous posts, there’s a lot of farm land in this part of the great United States of America. Hay, wheat, soybeans, corn, sunflowers … and a lot of each. We got some chuckles along the way reading what restaurants, churches and
About halfway between Bismarck and Fargo is Jamestown, home of a huge statue of a buffalo. It stands 26 feet high is 14 feet wide and 46 feet long. It weighs 60 tons. This man-made attraction has been drawing tourists since it was built in 1959. I remember being there as a kid. Frontier Village is a block long main
In addition to meeting the chaacters of the Old West through stories, we ran into some modern day characters. My cousin Robb is a salesperson for a drug company that sells only to independent pharmacies. The job over the last 30 plus years has gotten tougher. The company he orginally worked for was purchased, and then that one bought by
In addition to meeting the characters of the Old West through stories, we ran into some modern day characters. We dropped in to see Chuch Cochrane in Custer, SD. Cochrane taught at Fargo South High in the 70’s and 80’s with Dad, retiring to Custer in 1990. While in Custer he owned and operated the Trading Post up until four