My brother, my fiancee and I have set our scouting trip for early August. We’ll be focusing primarily on the coastline north of Manta. In general we are hoping for a smaller town environment (Crucita? Jama? Canoa?) where we will have no choice but to learn the language and embrace the culture. We are not interested in disappearing behind an iron gate along with a hundred other expats. We are all tired of a super-sanitized society where even liquid soap dispensers are touchless. We’d rather build and maintain immune systems. And that’s not going to happen in a country that is afraid of getting germs from soap.
I do have one concern though, I have a ridiculous fear of spiders. This is from viewing a special edition of Ranger Rick Magazine as a child back in the 70’s. It had page after page of macro closeups of various arachnids. Some had 800 eyes, others had mandibles from Hell. Bottom line, Diana kills (or more often “relocates”) the spiders in our home while I scream like a little girl. And don’t even get me started about Tarantulas. I should sue Ranger Rick for 40 years of emotional distress.
At any rate, after the scouting trip we will have about two months to finalize arrangements and be back on a southbound plane by mid-October.
In other news, we did manage to close down Diana’s massage studio last weekend. It was hard, but I think I saw a little relief in her eyes as well.
Also, my boss tried to offer me another partnership last week. The prick.