We have twelve more days until we leave Quito, and Tara and I leave for a week on Sunday, so today was the day to start packing. How is it possible that we have so much stuff? We are allowed two bags each on the plane, only 20 kilos per bag. With our books and accumulated stuff, we are far more than two bags each. Either we will leave significant belongings behind, or we will bring two or three bags each. I am inclined to stop worrying about quantities and simply pack what needs to be packed and not worry about bringing too much. The task is simply overwhelming, but I tried to stick to it as much as I could between errands and social obligations.
I tried to sleep in, and succeeded in that I did not get up at 6:30 as usual. Once I dove into Maya's piles, I was obliged to go the bank to withdraw money and deliver our payment to the travel agency in the Mariscal. Being Ecuador, waiting at the travel agency was expected. I waited my turn, I waited at the airline office to get tickets, I waited to get my payment in, and when finally done after two hours, I waited for Amparo to visit. She came with Kenya, and we talked about leaving.
When I arrived home with pastries from Cyril and strawberries from the local market, Eric was working on his grant and Tara was preparing to apply for graduate school at Oxford. I was hoping that Tara would join me for our final payment at the travel agent, but she insisted that she had a noon deadline (I knew that was not true, she simply did not want to be asked to contribute). I made my way to Quicentro to withdraw oodles of money, and had an uneventful Ecovia trip to the Mariscal. My travel agent was ther, not that I was surprised, but I dreamed that the travel agency would have disappeared overnight as if I had just imag
I tried to sleep in, and succeeded in that I did not get up at 6:30 as usual. Once I dove into Maya's piles, I was obliged to go the bank to withdraw money and deliver our payment to the travel agency in the Mariscal. Being Ecuador, waiting at the travel agency was expected. I waited my turn, I waited at the airline office to get tickets, I waited to get my payment in, and when finally done after two hours, I waited for Amparo to visit. She came with Kenya, and we talked about leaving.
When I arrived home with pastries from Cyril and strawberries from the local market, Eric was working on his grant and Tara was preparing to apply for graduate school at Oxford. I was hoping that Tara would join me for our final payment at the travel agent, but she insisted that she had a noon deadline (I knew that was not true, she simply did not want to be asked to contribute). I made my way to Quicentro to withdraw oodles of money, and had an uneventful Ecovia trip to the Mariscal. My travel agent was ther, not that I was surprised, but I dreamed that the travel agency would have disappeared overnight as if I had just imag
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