But I was here to experience Ecuador, not strike a deal.So I took advantage of the hotel's splendid location and hit the streets, diving into the crowds that had come to the final day of Quito's annual Fiestas. went over to La Ronda Quito's narrow cobblestone street turned humble restaurant row, stopping for a $1.50 canelazo, an alcoholic cinnamon drink, from the wackily named Exquisitas Empanadas de Morocho del olimpico, where the young woman ladled it from a pot on a stove and spiked it. "Just let me know if you need more alcohol," she said-not to me but to a group of Ecuadoreans. Could she sniff the Casa Gangotena on me?