Stranded at the Quito Airport

Ok, so after a bus and a taxi and two magazine placements, we are now at Quito Airport, trying to get to the branch in Guayaquil, but it would appear that our flight was cancelled. I believe the handsome airline staffer told me that they would put us on the next flight in 2 hours, but I could be wrong. Worse yet, I can´t get a hold of anyone at the branch to let them know not come 3 hours early!

Anyway, thanks for all the comments. We like to hear about the goings-on back home, so keep us posted while we keep you posted. Deal?

We do indeed regret to inform you that Guillermo is no longer part of our family. We´ve returned him to pasture, as was well deserved. He neither rode us to meeting nor helped us reach tall things, so in the end, it was a matter of financial triage. Guillermo had to go.

While we´re waiting, we ordered a bit of breakfast in the local airport cafe, Le Petite. When asked how we wanted our eggs, I didn´t know what all the descriptions meant, so I went ahead and chose the first one: pesado. Evidentally pesado (heavy) means raw eggs in a little bowl. mmmm... lesson learned, but we´re still hungry.

One last thing before we go try the branch again: So this sunday, we have rerearsal for our congregation drama party that we are putting on for the CO visit. Our bookstudy is re-enacting a modern day good samaritan story. I requested the part of the donkey, but evidentally, there will be no donkeys in the produciton. too bad. they have threatened to make hannah and i sing an english song after our spanish one, that i believe the sisters are arranging. yeah, like that would happen in any country! Anyway, stay tuned for the outcome. Should be sufficiently embarrassing either way.

Tootles.

P.S. Internet is too slow and expensive to spell check, so disculpen por favor.