Quiting Quito

I don't know how to quit you, Quito. Tomorrow I fly to Cuenca, excited to discover this reputable, quaint city but also with the nagging feeling that much remains to be explored of Ecuador's capital. Quito is odd. Nested between surging mountains, it boasts an intact colonial town, penthouses in its Northern corn and sprawling poverty in the Southern areas. It's inhabitants cross busy roads lined with both Kentucky Fried Chickens and stalls selling Indigenous handicraft. National petrol trucks zoom through, their contents ultimately to be shipped to the U.S., while the President targets American imperialism with frequency. With 2 million inhabitants and layers of complexity, I should hardly have expected to become intimate with Quito after only three weeks. It is therefore an hasta luego, not an adios that I hope to bid Quito tomorrow.