The sky was overcast and gray but before breakfast the sky had turned blue again. After breakfast Trudy and I had one last walk on the beach and swim in the pool soaked up as much sun as we could before we all climbed in the bus to return to Quito. The trip back was good for most of the time but as we got closer and closer to Quito traveling up and up we were in and out of the clouds and then just as we got to Quito the skies opened up and rain started falling again.
I am not sure if it was falling, Quito is so far up in altitude that the rain maybe didn’t know whether it was to fall or go up. Anyway it was wet out there. The ride in the bus over 6 hours of driving was long and windy with the bus swaying back and forth as we went around turn after turn, not the most comfortable ride. I turned around to talk with someone for a couple of minutes and before I knew it my head was spinning and the head ache didn’t leave till the next morning. For supper we went out to “Crepes & Waffles” a waffle house in a modern mall in Quito. It had very good food and as new and modern looking as any place in the world. While we were there we picked up some medication for me and another guy on the team to hopefully take care of our problem.
We spent our last night back at the guest house, debriefing, packing and getting ready for the trip home.
In the morning we said our good byes to Andy and Jennell and then off to the airport at 5 am. To work our way through the line ups and check points, and get on our plane at 7 am. Trudy has filled you in on the rest of our trip home so I wont trouble you with my perspective other than to say from the positive side it was the only glitch in our transportation on the whole trip and it tried to make up for anything else we might have encountered.
My last thoughts
I loved the people, I love the country, I really enjoyed being able to help out the two churches we went there for. I enjoyed the trip very much even though I wished I had felt better the last part of the trip. I most of all enjoyed worshipping with the people of Tres and Cuatro Lote that first Sun. I wouldn’t have missed the trip and even though I could only get to know the people a little through an interpreter I felt their spirit and their deep faith in the same God I love and our spirits were connected forever. D
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