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Saturday, April 9, 2011

New Continent!

Up sick all night last night, but at least I had my mother there. One tearful goodbye in the JW Marriott parking lot, six hours in the bus to the airport, four more waiting in San Jose, one quiet flight, one flight with a group of school children and some Haitian refugees, one peaceful ride from the airport to this room. Two cans of Coca Cola, one-half a mini bagel, one handful of raisins. I am alive. I am in Quito now.


  1. I'd like to meet you, Kate. Let me know when you get down to Buenos Aires.

  2. I'll be there in August! In the meantime I'll be looking for an apartment to rent for a month, maybe more. Any suggestions? Contacts? Neighborhoods?

  3. I'm sorry. I just saw this today. Maybe this is a conversation better held more privately by email, yes? You can contact me at the email address listed in the About section of my blog, which you get to by clicking on my name in the previous comment. Send me an email and we'll get to work on August -- which is winter here, the equivalent in the north of February.