I was eight years old and we were driving to the parking lot of the Cotopaxi volcano in Quito, Ecuador. The road was bumpy and had a lot of holes, so I kept on jumping up and down on my car seat. I couldn’t wait! When we got there I couldn’t stop moving. I felt so excited that I was standing on a real volcano! After I settled down my dad asked me if I would like to hike to the restaurant near the snow of the volcano. I said yes and we were off.
While we hiked we saw a bunch of rocks and other people hiking up or down. We also got a glimpse of the restaurant. Every now and then, we had to stop to take a break because we were at about 4810 meters of altitude and there was less oxygen. It was a very cold, long hike but, one hour later we got to the restaurant.
The restaurant was decorated with paintings and looked kind of old fashioned. We sat down and my dad ordered some hot chocolate and we had it by the snow outside the restaurant. After we had our hot chocolate we went back down. It only took us ten minutes (thirteen if you count the three minutes we spent throwing snowballs at each other) because we went running!