`The doors of Ecuador are always open to you,` I`m told by a young man sitting next to me on one of my last bus rides. Somehow the people are starting…
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¨Are you married?¨ she asked me. I look up to respond and the first thing I see are her eyes. They are a light hazel, unlike the others in her community. ¨No,¨ I respond.…
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I take the bus to sleepy Alausí to ride the train named after the Devil´s nose. I wonder where it will take me and if the Devil has had plastic surgery to…
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I hate being lost. Let me re-phrase that. I hate retracing my steps over and over for what seems like the millionth time. I actually pride myself in generally having a…
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I am on a bus going from someplace to somewhere else. I`m hot and anxious to pass the time and arrive at my destination. As I settle in I look across the…
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Continued… Day 3 I awake with a start just in time to watch the fog clear from the trees, rising and slowly dissipating, bowing to the sun`s powerful rays. My mind…