What's Better; Journey or Destination?

On horseback, me and several other abroad students arrived at Quilotoa. Through a small town that is completely dedicated to tourism, we passed by hostels, restaurants and small stores selling hand-made crafts. It was a chilly day and the usual late afternoon clouds began to role in quickly. After dropping our stuff off at a hostel, we made our way down the steep, sandy trail with other tourists in abundance and young local boys leading donkeys up and down which the tourists could rent if they weren't up to the steep challenge. At the edge of the lake we rented kayaks for 30 minutes and paddled out towards the middle and explored the crazy colors that lick the shore. Lake Quilotoa was once an old volcano, and there are legends that the lake is so deep, it just never stops. I have heard that the lake is bottomless, and I have heard another friend say that it is a different rich color every time he sees it. We made the hefty trek back up the side of the crater to the town and ate a delicious, and classic Ecuadorian meal (which usually consists of meat, rice, potatoes and perhaps a soup to start; all for about $3). While a friend and I were checking out the shops, we met a man named José who was selling sweaters, other trinkets, and hand made paintings and masks. He had a keyboard set up and a couple other instruments so I asked him who was going to play those? He told me later that night some other local boys would come join and they would play for whoever wants to listen. After dinner, we returned but there was no one else around because the boys were all playing sports. Instead, he gave us a couple instruments and sang and played for us. We brought along this amazing couple that we met at the hostel who had been living on a boat for several years now. It was a splendid evening and overall one more of the many successful trips we have taken on the weekends.