Ibarra The White City

Ibarra is called the white city since in the past all buildings were painted this color. I kind of remember its whiteness from my childhood.

Ibarra is not white anymore, but it’s still a beautiful city with a nice downtown and a wonderful view of the Imbabura volcano.

Here some recent shots:

El Alpargate street

The Imbabura Volcano

Barrio La Victoria. The Imbabura on the background

Guayabillas’ Hill

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Cosleeping

Yesterday I woke up in Ibarra, at my aunt’s home. I wasn’t sure where I was and why, but then I looked to my side and saw Carlos peacefully sleeping.

How I enjoy co-sleeping with him!, and what a blessing that he feels safe during his sleep anywhere we go. Next day he’s ready for a new adventure – And I am.

Today we’re heading back to Quito, with a short stop in Otavalo.

Meet Mushuc

My cousin is such a dog lover. She’s the owner of this little and intelligent dog, called Mushuc, which means “new”, in Quichua.

Why Mushuc?

Before Mushuc, my cousin had a dog of the same race called Tattoo. Probably the most loved among all her dogs. One day Tattoo disappeared (most probably stolen) and we’ve never heard from him again.

A truly sad story if you’d see my cousin crying when she talks about her lost Tattoo.

After making all the efforts to find Tattoo with no results, she decided she didn’t want another dog anymore. She works outside the home and it was hard for her to properly take care of Tattoo, even with the help of my aunt.

However, only a few days later someone gave her a new dog, very similar to Tattoo. She couldn’t refuse the dog and called him Mushuc, the “new” dog who came after loosing Tattoo.

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