The door to my heart and other hallucinations
I've always liked doors and Quito's Old Quarter has amazing ones, in fact this is the second one I have posted. Beautiful red with the winged heart of Christ that seems to be all over Ecuador. This is the Monastery of Saint Augustine on a wet Sunday.



This winged heart seems to have become Ecuador's national symbol. In the National Institute of Cultural Patrimony I saw work by a modern artist that incorporated it into everything. Many different ways. One was called, in spanish, Between the Sacred and the Profane. I'm pretty sure I gave a conference paper called that once. I should have taken a photo.

Last night I did the following things that I expected: Watched the Brazil Uruguay match.

Last night I did the following things that I did not expect: eat cake, eat pizza, play foosball, dance salsa, and come very close to passing out.

The final one was the least expected of them all. I have totally passed out twice, both times while getting blood drawn, and it is a feeling I wont forget. Standing in a pizza restaurant with my Ecuadorian, American and Welsh house mates, stone sober, I started feeling like that. Everything became warm, I started to tingle, then I felt light. I managed to step outside and slump against a wall till i pulled it together again but I still don't know what happened. I drank much water when I got home.