Last stop: Ecuador. Our bus eventually crossed the border, though it wasn’t easy squeezing past the trucks, tents, carts of onions, racks of shoes, and bustling peddlers that filled the two-lane road. In terms of distance, I’m the closest to home I’ve been all year – a fact I’m constantly reminded of by Ecuador’s national currency: the US dollar.

Julie and I know very little about this new country, and we considered it fate that we lost our guidebook. It’s about the size of Colorado, so we’re hoping the days of long bus rides are over. We’re about to leave Guayaquil, the largest city, and beach hop along the coast. Just for you, Mom, I’ll refrain from any bungee jumping, mine touring, white water rafting, white shark diving, skydiving, bike rides, train rides, bus rides, plane rides, questionable foods, drugs, and prostitutes. Happy Mother’s Day!

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