I've been carefully carrying around my iPhone the last few days. Here are some pictures:
-Fantastic view of Quito, from the balcony outside the room where we have our weekly meetings (9th floor):
This is la "Y" (pronounced "yay"). It's the crazy roundabout we live near. When we tell people or cab drivers where we live, we usually say near la "Y"
This will horrify my mother: the egg shelf in the grocery store. The nearest refrigerator is 50-100ft away, obvi.
Look! These eggs don't have to be sold until Harry's bday.
The only time I've ever seen this instrument before (to listen to the baby's/fetus' heart rate) is on the PBS show "Call the Midwife," which takes place in the 1950s.
This is where the laboring mothers are waiting and laboring until just about ready to go. Please not the large Jesus and complete lack of privacy.
Once the baby's head is just about descended, the mothers are rushed here.
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