Valentina's car broke down, so Marcos agreed to drive us back to Quito. We left at 6:00 in the morning to arrive in time for his work duties in the city.
Our early departure gave us a chance to see the lake near Otavalo in perfect stillness and beauty. The water was so calm it reflected the fog covered mountains like a mirror. Marcos and his family posed for a picture by the lake, and I began to feel a faint sadness. Ecuador and its people had won my heart, and now I feel the pull, but as Marcos says, "This is not goodbye."