After 24hrs of travel and moving backwards through too many time zones to keep track of we arrive in Guayaquil at 10.30pm local time. We are beyond tired. My bag has also gained 3kg since leaving my house. I blame my mumita and the gifts she stowed away in it.
The Villalobos delegation is there to meet; Doris, her father Fernando, her american friend Karin (aka the translator) and Manuel, Doris´ son. There is some talk of a chicken and where we are to go, my limited spanish and sleep deprivation does not make for best understanding. But despite this Anisha and I feel so welcomed and we understand at least that they¨re pleased to see us.
The family is so loving and welcoming. Even though my spanish seems to only consist of the words "me gusta mucho, te rico, lindo, no se and hablo un pocito espanol", together with Anisha we figure things out. Though only in the present tense. Past and future are above our station at this moment in time.
Can^t believe after 3 yrs of plans in the pipelines Ive actually made it here, alive and in one piece. This is so surreal.
Bed now and tomorrow a new day. Karin says we will go see some decorated horses, I think like the cows in London and Elephants in Amsterdam. Otherwise I think the Ecuadorians have a strange sense of art.
bexxx
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