You may already know this, but I love you. I love your huge cathedral with big blue domes. I love your central park with scary stuffed horses for kids to get their pictures taken on. I love your streets, some with huge excellent sidewalks and others with hardly a crumbling curb to perch upon. I love your food, your soup, your aji, your exploding corn. I love your people, and I really love your orphans. I love walking around feeling like home. I love the memories we have made together. I love your car sirens and barking dogs and excessive amount of honking. I even love your traffic. I love your rivers and the laundry being done on the banks. I love your fruit markets and I even can almost tolerate the smell of your open air meat markets. I love your restaurants and the way you deep fry hot dogs. I love your beautiful green hills. I love your sunshine and your bursts of crazy rain. I love your scary blue buses and your sea of taxis. I love your lottery vendors, your ladies coming to get scraps for their pigs to eat, and your teenage sons walking down the street arm in arm with their moms. I love your babies and I love your old people. I love seeing giant pigs roasting beside scary guinea pigs on the side of the road. I love how much you love soccer, and I love all the fireworks.
I guess what I am trying to say, Cuenca, is that I love you. Let’s be BFF.