Alex and I packing up the last night in Quito. Our bags barfed everywhere!
...must come to an end, they say. It's been a day shy of three months since I blogged anything from Ecuador. I'd say it's time to officially wrap it up. Sure, I could come up with a few dozen more pictures to share, but I've got enough present experiences to share that I'll do some projecting in place of reflecting.
Our last day in Galápagos was among the saddest. That morning I went for a long walk, alone. I looked out at the ocean, listened to the sea lions cry and watched the birds in the sky. I wasn't ready to leave. Once through the gate, I sat in the airport for several minutes, silent. (Yeah, me, silent!) One slow foot in front of the other, I boarded the plane. I don't generally get emotional coming or going anywhere, but this time, something was different, though I can't say what. I bit back a few tears and felt the same rush of emotion the following day when I got on a plane from Quito to Miami.
At that moment, I knew one thing for certain. Ecuador, I'll be back.
Eating cuy (guinea pig) on the last night in the country
"If I take pictures, maybe I won't cry..."
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