In our travels in Ecuador, we headed up into the highlands of the Andes (only 8,000–9,000 feet, but you feel it when you're used to life at sea level) to the famous market town of Otavalo. So many colorful wares for sale, but I really didn't see much I wanted . . .
. . . until we returned to our digs at the wonderful Hacienda Cusin, and I found these flowers framing the back door of our suite. Could someone make me a necklace that looks like this, please?