Just a week before my arrival, Jorge found out he needed knee surgery on the very day after I got there. Can you tell your surgeon to come to the beach...? Dany naturally didn't want to travel alone all the way from Loja to Guayaquil so we sought Cris out and filled Jorge's spot...until she realized she had a supletorio exam and a wedding to testify at on the exact dates we were supposed to be at the beach...ok so Dany will fly solo...until she couldn't get a bus ticket for the date she needed. This is classic Ecuador. Not to say it is a disorganized mess and you can't make travel plans in advance...but it's kind of a disorganized mess where you have to wait til the last minute to make most plans even if waiting til the last minute is not advisable. You just hope you're lucky and always come prepared with a plan B. It's the good and the bad part of Latin America. Good because you have flexibility in the moment and don't have to prepare months in advance to do great things but bad because sometimes your plan B becomes plan Z...and plan Z finds you outside a bus station at 5am hoping there's a space for you...
We were maybe to plan M--and it all happened within 24 hours of my departure. Still not in Latina Nikki mode, I absolutely panicked, already preparing to go to the beach alone. Luckily, Dany gracefully took the reins and changed my flight so that I would first arrive to Loja. Oh. Ok...little by little my r's became rr's and I was checking out of gringa Nikki mode.
After squeaking out my final torturous workday, I raced home and packed, because the night before, already in Ecuador mode, I decided to stay out all night with friends in lieu of packing. Worth. It.
Now it's off to LAX because god forbid I try to start an international trip stress and sweat free...
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