Grateful for a good night's sleep. Yesterday began at 4:30 am, and ended at 11:30 pm. The flight was uneventful until the end, when we came in over the volcano- and mountain-ringed city and encountered a lot of turbulence. I'm susceptible to motion sickness, though I'm usually OK on planes, but the taxi ride from the airport to the hotel in heavy rush hour traffic finished me off, and I wasn't good for much last evening. Today I feel a lot better, and we're about to eat some breakfast and head into the historical district.
Our hotel is in a real neighborhood, and the sounds of daily life drift up into our window, like the birds that sing constantly and flutter by. Last night we heard a muezzin - not something I'd expected - and this morning at eight, a loudspeaker or megaphone from a nearby school, welcoming the children with a loud and cheerful buenos dias! which they all answered, many times over. I could see them, lining up in a courtyard with green walls in back of the school, and the noisy, happy exchange between the teacher or principal and the kids went on for at least fifteen minutes before they went inside. Beyond the school there are palm trees, and then the tall buildings begin. There's more bright color, just from this window, than I can recall in all of Montreal, except for the Portuguese neighborhood not far from our home.
Everyone speaks about the air quality here as being abysmal, but right now it's not too bad. I can see some pinkish smog over the city, but the sky is blue and last night, from the window, I could see stars.
The altitude, however, is something I can definitely feel. I have a slight headache, and we both feel more fatigued than usual. We'll see how it is when we're out walking about. Hasta pronto!