Airline tickets are in hand! (Or, at least, in my inbox). In 11 days, I fly to Quito, Ecuador, where I’ll spend my first week doing an orientation with Fulbright, visiting the immigration office and the US embassy – taking care of ‘paperwork’, and perhaps a little sight-seeing in my free moments. My biggest challenge at the moment? Finding the perfect pair of shoes!
As I begin to count down the days to an as-of-yet-unspecified day of departure (still waiting for my plane ticket), and I try to rally my strength to get through the cold weather and build my enthusiasm for traveling again, I realize that I have never really shared what made me apply for a Fulbright to work in Ecuador in the first place. Why am I about to pack up my life into a big purple suitcase and move to this tiny South American country for 6 months?
I said I would write about the Ecuador visa experience. So, I will, now that I can laugh about it (sort of). As the title of this post suggests, getting my visa involved three plane tickets to Phoenix – and also a fire-red Ford Mustang. What does that have to do with anything, you ask? Let me just say it was the only perk in the whole process.
It’s here – 2015 has arrived. And in a month or so, I’m headed off to Ecuador. I seem to be frequently getting the question: Are you getting excited? The answer: Well, not exactly. Not yet. Under normal circumstances, I would be. But 2014 took a lot out of me, and here, at the start of 2015, all I can say is there’s no place like home. I’m content to sit in my living room with a cat on my lap and stare out at the sunshine on bright white snow, and simply not think about anything.