Archive for August, 2012

Greetings from Quito

So far I have had a crazy time in Quito to say the least. When we got to the airport we discovered that my backpack did not make it. Then we were so exhausted from the flight that when we got to our apartment we immediately passed out. The water here isn’t safe to drink, and we didn’t have any bottled water so we had to suck it up until this morning when we got to the volunteer school where they have a water cooler. Then we took a big tour of our neighborhood and we bought some water from the supermarket. Finally we had to pay for our program, and that was scary because we each had $1800 in travellers checks that we had to cash at the bank then carry to the school. It was not fun to walk through Quito with $3600 on me. After we paid they explained some of the finer points of the program to us, and we’re both very excited! I just hope my stuff gets here before we leave on monday! I should be able to write at least once a week from Puyo!


This is not a story of heroic feats, or merely the narrative of a cynic; at least I do not mean it to be. It is a glimpse of two lives running parallel for a time, with similar hopes and convergent dreams.

In nine months of a man’s life he can think a lot of things, from the loftiest meditations on philosophy to the most desperate longing for a bowl of soup – in total accord with the state of his stomach. And if, at the same time, he’s somewhat of an adventurer, he might live through episodes of interest to other people and his haphazard record might read something like these notes:


-Che Guevara, The Motorcycle Diaries

One More Thought

Sorry I said yesterday would be the last I wrote before I left, but if I did everything I said you’d grow complacent. I want to keep you on your toes. Plus I was having a thought, and that doesn’t happen often so when it does I need to take action. I promise this is true: as a baby, I learned to walk before I could crawl. I’m realizing how accurate this still is for my entire life. I literally have no interest in taking baby steps. I’ve never gone camping so I’ll just put a little bit of stuff in a backpack and walk 3 miles out into the woods. I’ve never been away from home before so I’ll travel all around the world for a long time. Sorry, that’s my thought, and I’m not sure what to make of it. I’m not saying its good or bad, I’m just saying its a thing. I think that its one of the things that makes me, me!

4 Days to Go!

Okay this is probably the last I’ll write before I depart! I’m getting very, very nervous. I haven’t slept well in almost a week. The sad thing is, I’m not even nervous about being in Ecuador. I’m mostly worried about one of my layover flights getting delayed causing me to miss my flight to Quito. I will also miss my family too, obviously. I coached football last year, and I’m helping out again until I leave. There’re going to be two teams, and right now my dad is the only coach so I’m sad I can’t coach a team myself. I’ve been trying to do things to help with the nerves. I’ve been running and lifting weights everyday just to help cope. Picking veggies from my garden, cooking dinner, then eating my emotions also helps. The one thing is that my allergies are bad and being elbow deep in my garden makes my arms itch. Then I scratch them, but since I’ve been picking hot peppers it just burns. Its a vicious cycle.
I have four days left, and all I still have to do is buy some toiletries and get traveler’s checks to pay the project coordinator in Ecuador. I got travel insurance the other day and I went with world nomads because they seemed pretty convenient. Being an 18-year-old guy, though, I’m invincible and nothing bad is going to happen to me ever.
its weird to think that every time I do something it might be the last time I do that thing before I leave. Last time buying gas (finally!), last fast food (thank goodness!), last time seeing this person or that person, etc.
I will be staying in Quito from Thursday night until Monday when I head into the jungle. I’ll try to write once in Quito, then no promises when I go into the jungle. iHasta Quito amigos!