I changed Tara's ticket today so she could enjoy Ecuador some more and take advantage of greater mobility. She has been here a month and has been housebound so much of her time. Of course, she has learned so much Spanish with Amparo coming daily for lessons. She has been hobbling around, but in pain most of the time, but doing better with the air cast I bought her in Baltimore.
Of course, she wants desperately to go to the Galapagos. And because I wish for her to see the beauty of this country and appreciate it as much as we all do, I have agreed to take her for a short visit. We took the Ecovia to the Mariscal today to check out last minute deals and after much discussion and agonizing, came up with two itineraries that we are to decide between tomorrow morning. One of the itineraries is on the Santa Cruz, which is the boat I have taken many many times, with the same itinerary that I am accustomed to. I know she will enjoy it, that the guides and the food and the organization works, but I am also a little tired of the same thing year after year. I prefer a longer cruise on a smaller boat, which goes to Genovesa, which I have not seen for many many years (I love the red footed boobies!) as well as Fernandina, which is another great island. I think she will enjoy whatever she does on the islands. She has trouble with constant nausea since she has been in Ecuador, and is fearful of seasickness, so has decided on the bigger boat. If I choose the catamaran and she is nauseous the whole time, she will not be happy.
It is late, and I am going back and forth and back and forth. I know that the experience will be wonderful whatever we do, but I fantasize about the catamaran cruise and Genovesa and a more intimate adventure, different than whatever I have done in the past. I will leave Ecuador on a high, with joy and exhilaration and perhaps that will negate all the crazy horrid mishaps of the past month.
I am beginning to anticipate missing the wonderful daily sun each day here in Ecuador. New York is grey and cold and stark all winter, and Quito is bright and grandiose every morning. It may cool off at night or rain in the afternoon, or fog up in the morning, but the sun is always ready to peek out. I am not sure I have ever lived anywhere that is so consistently sunny and warm and comfortable. I will miss Ecuador and Quito and our lives before we were robbed, and when I recover from our most recent robbery, I will miss it even more. A trip to Galapagos will remind us of how much we enjoy our lives here.
Of course, she wants desperately to go to the Galapagos. And because I wish for her to see the beauty of this country and appreciate it as much as we all do, I have agreed to take her for a short visit. We took the Ecovia to the Mariscal today to check out last minute deals and after much discussion and agonizing, came up with two itineraries that we are to decide between tomorrow morning. One of the itineraries is on the Santa Cruz, which is the boat I have taken many many times, with the same itinerary that I am accustomed to. I know she will enjoy it, that the guides and the food and the organization works, but I am also a little tired of the same thing year after year. I prefer a longer cruise on a smaller boat, which goes to Genovesa, which I have not seen for many many years (I love the red footed boobies!) as well as Fernandina, which is another great island. I think she will enjoy whatever she does on the islands. She has trouble with constant nausea since she has been in Ecuador, and is fearful of seasickness, so has decided on the bigger boat. If I choose the catamaran and she is nauseous the whole time, she will not be happy.
It is late, and I am going back and forth and back and forth. I know that the experience will be wonderful whatever we do, but I fantasize about the catamaran cruise and Genovesa and a more intimate adventure, different than whatever I have done in the past. I will leave Ecuador on a high, with joy and exhilaration and perhaps that will negate all the crazy horrid mishaps of the past month.
I am beginning to anticipate missing the wonderful daily sun each day here in Ecuador. New York is grey and cold and stark all winter, and Quito is bright and grandiose every morning. It may cool off at night or rain in the afternoon, or fog up in the morning, but the sun is always ready to peek out. I am not sure I have ever lived anywhere that is so consistently sunny and warm and comfortable. I will miss Ecuador and Quito and our lives before we were robbed, and when I recover from our most recent robbery, I will miss it even more. A trip to Galapagos will remind us of how much we enjoy our lives here.
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