If you were in Cuenca

...you would see numerous parades/processionals every weekend with children dressed up, depicting the wise men coming to adore Baby Jesus (I'm told there's parades every weekend in December and January--the common belief is that if your child is in such a parade, they will be blessed for that year)
...you would be surrounded Spanish that sounds like it's being sung (a VERY different accent than Guayaquil!)
...you would be hot one minute, then needing a jacket the next when the sun goes behind the clouds
...you would be able to try koi (sp?)--or guinea pig (it is my goal to try it while I'm here, although my stomach recoils at the thought of it!)
...you would bounce along in the buses as they drive down the cobblestone streets
...you would see the brightly coloured clothing of the Indigenous women everywhere--especially the pleated skirts: bright pinks, blues, purples, oranges, reds
...you would see the mountains in the background
...you would notice the lack of (and almost miss???!!!!) the sounds of horns honking on the street
...you would hope that the electricity doesn't go out--because that would mean a cold shower (and we're talking freezing!)
...you would be in grave danger of getting pelted by a water balloon (I've narrowly escaped twice!). Here, after Christmas, it's open season for that sort of thing up until Carnaval, a festival at the beginning of February.
...you would grumble about paying 30 cents for 4 bananas (it's only 10 cents for 3 in Guayaquil!)