“Quito se llama ‘La luz de America,’ he told me and I thought that it wouldn’t hurt so much. This place of water pouring and dripping down verdant valleys and soft, smooth rocks rising up from craters with lava lakes and palms and monos and oil.
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Once in awhile with luck, I stumble upon an incredible story from the internet that inspires and warms the heart. This is one of those stories. It’s about a community making…
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“Are they savages? I mean…do they have religion?” These were questions fielded in my direction when discussing my recent travels. I am at a loss to answer. I hesitate, “What do you…
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I have been spending far too many hours indoors since my arrival home from Ecuador and I’m starting to feel cooped up. As afternoon approaches I decide to…
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`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.…