You’re just going to love Quito. Really. Such wonderful people. And if you get sick, you should go to this hospital (unnamed for legal reasons)
These were the heartfelt words of my airplane neighbor. I’ve been flying my entire life, the deleterious result of cross-country custody. And I have never, and this a capitally bolded NEVER, had an attractive single woman sit beside me. At some point in the life journey, the odds must, absolutely must, allow for fantasy to become reality. Right?
Being simultaneously blessed/cursed with the gift of extroversion, I continued to converse with the well meaning Dubya lovin’ neighbor – who I might add was kind enough to allow equal room on the adjoining armrest for both arms. Would the mile high beauty grant the same easement?
Well, as divine luck would have it, Papa No-el – my allotted seatmate, was on a mission. Unlike the Blues Brothers, his ordained calling involved working with children in dumps.
Yep, piles of unwanted Quito waste. They would be bringing the love of Christ into these kids by showering them with toys—papal approved, Im sure. Now the kids could stop playing with the package of Barbie, and have the real deal. The Apostles would also be preparing food that the dumpster divers couldn’t obtain within the piles of stuff. Such Ecuadorian goodies as Mac&Cheese, peas&potatoes, & mini-burgers.
Was the food conditional on unconditionally loving the martyred hippie carpenter?
Absolutely not.
That’s charity.
And that’s how I knew I would love Ecuador.
If one should find themselves on a plane, to a country with a spittle of white residents, and the only other white people on the plane are missionairies, you have found yourself an adventure. [see: Aruba vs. Angola ]. And I had thought Ecuador, a country known for supplying America with its kitchen staff and banana bunches, would be some Galapagos seeking Darwinian infested breeding ground for the middle age couple with belt bags and binoculars stapled to their skin.
Ecuador has been pre-ordained before I could even smile at the cute customs girl.
How did humanity function before the arrival of the culturally respecting Conveyors of the Word?
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