Ultimate

It happens on every journey except the last one.  This day arrives.  At 6:30 PM the Copa flight will lift off from Guayaquil and the last leg of this odyssey will begin.  I do not want to go back to the USA.  I could keep right on, down through South America, straight on to Tierra del Fuego.  But it is not to be.  That time has not come yet.  But it may yet.

More dinners shared, more walks taken, we were even witness to a motorcycle accident last night. But there is not much more to say.  I have to go back to the salt mines so i can earn more money to travel. In three years and eight months I will no longer need to do that.  Then left the World Trip begin, the trip with no discernible end.  

But not for today.  It will be four hours by car to Guayaquil and then fifteen hours by various planes, Panama City, Houston, Seattle.  

i will reflect on the return in another post.  In the meanwhile my friends, be well, be happy, be unafraid, and live large and out loud.

Love to you all!

marco