I'll actually be home on Friday the 14th
The solution to not being ridiculously chuchaki in Quito (the 9000 feet always gets me) is... BEER! Apparently the beer leaves your system faster.
Last night I went to an interim FIFA game (El Salvador vs. Ecuador... Ecuador won 5-1) with two PDX kids. Inside the stadium, beer was cheaper than at our hostel and there was a sixty-year old lady selling liter bottles, so we loaded up... I had four liters.
Then we went to a bar/cafe that looks like a dollhouse and met Brazilian-Ecuadorians and my languages became pretty garbled.
Today I realized that I've had my times mixed up for about a month and I'm actually getting home on the 14th. Bad news: I have to get to the airport at 4am instead of 4pm. Good news: only 24 hours of flying is between me and home, instead of the 50 that I thought.
Last night I went to an interim FIFA game (El Salvador vs. Ecuador... Ecuador won 5-1) with two PDX kids. Inside the stadium, beer was cheaper than at our hostel and there was a sixty-year old lady selling liter bottles, so we loaded up... I had four liters.
Then we went to a bar/cafe that looks like a dollhouse and met Brazilian-Ecuadorians and my languages became pretty garbled.
Today I realized that I've had my times mixed up for about a month and I'm actually getting home on the 14th. Bad news: I have to get to the airport at 4am instead of 4pm. Good news: only 24 hours of flying is between me and home, instead of the 50 that I thought.