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almost like another planet. I could still talk to them easily — call them if I wanted to — but I was far, far away from Brayden, Jenny, and the mess that I’d left at home.
    I needed to find something to do while I was here.
    I thought about going back to the alternative school, but I discarded the idea, I’d worked there and loved it, but it was weird to go back without a huge group. They’d probably push me out.
    I wasn’t going to stay in a hotel room for the whole time that I was here. I flipped open my guidebook.
    What should I go see while I was in Quito?
    There were a couple tourist sites that I wanted to check out. I’d already been to the famous church Iglesia de la Compañia, a Jesuit church which had a ton of gold in it.
    The last time I was here, we hadn’t had time to go up to the TeleferiQo, which was one of the highest points in Quito.
    I opened up my laptop and checked out TripAdvisor. Apparently there were horses up there and I could eat lunch at the top of the mountain.
    I went down and hailed a cab. There were more yellow cabs than normal cars. As soon as I stuck my arm out, a taxi came screeching to the curb.

TeleferiQo
Naelle
    “ T eleferiQo , please,” I told him.
    “No problem, niña.”
    I then went on one of the most terrifying car rides of my life.
    My taxi driver had no problem cutting off other cars. There were loud honks every time that he did it, but he ignored them as if they were pleasant flute music.
    I was gripping the seat in front of me and afraid to scream, in case he got distracted.
    The drive through the city was harrowing, but when we finally got to the base of the mountain, I breathed a sigh of relief. I was pretty sure that the ride had taken at least 5 years off of my life.
    He actually drove sensibly on the nearly deserted mountain road. We went higher and higher as I could feel myself beginning to pant.
    Quito had a little bit thinner air than DC, but the TeleferiQo was even higher. I had mild asthma, so I was struggling to breathe as we got to the top. I cursed myself for forgetting to bring an inhaler to Ecuador. I’d left so hastily that I hadn’t packed it.
    Oh well.
    When I got out, I paid the insane rate that was displayed on the taxi meter and walked into the TeleferiQo office.
    There were two rates: one for locals and another for tourists. I paid the tourist rate and got a ticket to take the cable car up the mountain.
    The line to go up wasn’t too crowded. There were only four people in front of me. I stepped quickly into one of the slowly but steadily moving cars when I got to the front of the line.
    I was by myself inside of the car. I was mildly acrophobic, but somehow dangling from this large cable car, I didn’t feel scared. I liked looking down at the city, feeling as if I were in a sci-fi movie, floating above the Quito landscape. We were so far away that I might as well have been in the clouds.
    It wasn’t easy to breathe now, but I did finally get to the top. I got out and was out of breath when I walked around.
    It was difficult for me to see very far. I really was among the clouds, which blocked my view from the very top of the TeleferiQo.
    I was not going to make it around the area surrounding the TeleferiQo. I was a little disappointed, because I’d just paid for a ticket and a taxi ride all the way up here, but I was going to go back down.
    Then I noticed a sign that said that they offered donkey rides.
    Beside the sign, there was a short man with dark grey hair and a wool cap on his head.
    I realized that it was a little chilly up here, even though the sun had been up for several hours. I wished that I had brought a jacket with me when I came here.
    I looked to the side. There was a little girl who was standing behind a table full of scarves and jackets.
    When I came closer, I realized that they smelled strongly of llamas. I knew what llamas smelled like because my elementary school had had a llama farm next door. I lived in fear of windy