Sometimes that’s all it takes to save a world, you see. A new vision. A new way of thinking, appearing at just the right time.— N. K. Jemisin, Emergency Skin
Moving to Ecuador has definitely given me a new vision and a new way of thinking. It sure would be great if that meant I could now save the world! But alas.
This move has jolted me and my family. In the best sort of way. In my last post I talked about how great we had it before we moved. As we live and learn, now in Quito, I’m realizing that we’re building up to a great life once again. Last time we met here on WordPress, we were still on quarantine. Well, we’re out, and we’ve been exploring. And Steve got to physically go on campus for some pre-planning and get away from the Zoomy Gloomies.
Our first venture out was on a short walking tour with our neighbor. He took us to Parque Carolina, and, man, was it nice to get out of our little apartment compound. It was especially exciting to realize that we really did live in a big, bustling (albeit masked) city. The park was awesome, and we didn’t even see the entirety of it. Of course I had to pee five minutes into the walk, but when I found a public bathroom, I chickened out when I saw three women sitting at the entrance, looking like they wanted a fee for entering. Visions flooded me of the fates, goddesses weaving my destiny and probably adding a new line into my life for “chickening.” Ah well.
I managed to get home without peeing my pants.
Another kind friend took us on a driving tour of the city, and that was pretty cool, too. We got a sense of the scope of where we lived with better reference of where things were. And to the kids’ delight, we made a stop at Parque Metropolitano, where they almost immediately ditched the playground equipment for a pile of boulders. I love those kids.
As we drove around and then landed at the playground, I kept thinking this place reminds me of San Francisco. It was a cool, cloudy day, and the colorful houses were squished together on hilly streets. The park was surrounded by eucalyptus trees, and the smell brought me to San Francisco Zoo.
Even in another country, there are reminders of home. My heart goes out to my Bay Area home right now as it is burning and smoking and dry. My uncle lives in Boulder Creek, and he and his wife had to evacuate last week. Scary times.
Meanwhile, here, we’ve had some heavy rain the past couple of nights. I think maybe that’s why the ants have come. Perhaps they were looking for a new dry spot, and they thought that coming in through our bathroom window and trailing into our bedroom into a teeny tiny crack in the baseboard would be their new vision and new way of thinking. Think again, ants. I thought about grabbing a couple of my kids, setting up some rocking chairs, grabbing some wool, and weaving a great tale of the ants’ destiny of death if they dared try entering the house. But Lysol was quicker.
Adventures of ordering lunch at Almuerzos, our local (across the street) lunch joint, bartering at the market for fruits and veggies, traversing the streets where cars and taxis and motorcycles will run you over, and figuring out how to launder cloth diapers have all been part of our process of a new way of thinking.
It’s been a lot. But it’s been fun! And I’m sure I’ve given much entertainment to anyone who hears my broken, horrible Spanglish. Oh, and that banana passion fruit that I am “trying to like”? I discovered that if I make it into a smoothie with banana, coconut water, and ice, IT IS DELICIOUS.
Until next time, we’ll be adventuring, exploring, and supporting our new community here.
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