Under the planet

Neither is it normal March September. The golden rays of the sun create infinite shades and forms. The city “boils” at noon. There is life, the stores open up and the delicious smell of the fry (fried pig meat) and the llapingacho (puree and cheese cakes) leaks of the kitchens of the restaurants … Ah, Even the monument is not a titan of armed concrete and refined stone anymore, now it is an affable and welcoming giant STI That opens doors to Receive visitors.
The monument Become an “watchman” Because an elevator leads to the terrace That Is Exactly thin under a world tired of rotating, where, one dog observe the lines and forms of STI and Its continents are, species of tattoos in a strange “skin” of brass color … But There is more to note: That the hills surround the city, the spongy clouds, the little boulevard, the yellow line That Seems To Be A serpentine. When descending one will find plenty of surprises. The insides of the concrete colossus, plow a wide Variety of the cultural richness of the diverse ethnic groups That Inhabit the three regions of Ecuador. Costa, Sierra and Oriente, diversity of objects and customs, legends and myths, and Traditions That parties allow you to discover the essence and the spirit of an Entire Country.
Back to the city and Its balconies and tiles of chocolate color, Their Children That Do not get tired of Taking Hemispheric jumps and the last clicks of the photographic shooting … the only one absent is the man of the enigmatic smiles. Perhaps, it WAS only a shadow, a confused illusion in Middle of the World.