As you’ve heard by now, a devastating 7.8 earthquake hit Ecuador last night. The death toll keeps rising and thousands are injured. Many are trapped alive. It is horrible.
375 miles from the epicenter, I didn’t feel the tremors, although some Cuencanos did. I didn’t realize anything had happened until Facebook pinged me to share whether I was safe from the Ecuador earthquake.
Ecuadorians have been laboring tirelessly to build up their country. They’ve got wifi in many places, have built new roads and airports, and are even building a tram through Cuenca.
As they build, bullies knock it down: El Nino has brought widespread flooding and landslides, low oil prices are hurting the economy, volcanoes threaten to erupt, and now this. And this is huge.
Bricks and mortar can be rebuilt. The dead can be buried. But trauma and grief can steal hope…
If you want to do something, please pray. If you want to do something else, make a donation.
As promised, and long overdue, I’m blogging about a visitor. Yep, I’ve had a house guest.
On St Patrick’s Day he arrived, hungry and weary….
A shower and a ham and cheese sandwich brought a smile. Kyle Hilding, a fellow Gustie and a dear friend’s nephew, teaches English at a Quito university. He had a week to kill and wanted to see Cuenca. I was pining for company. It was perfect.
Outings happened, like a guided trek in Cajas National Park. It’s crazy, but not once did I feel like a bull fighter on the Toreadora Trail.
At 14,000 feet with a high level of difficulty and mud everywhere, I found myself, after landing on my backside more than once, quoting scripture, and singing songs that mention angels.
I almost quit, but then realized they’d have to airlift me out.
Kyle’s smile never faded as he skipped through the three hour ordeal.
Museum visits, hot springs soaking, musical performances, and many moments around restaurant tables gave us time to hang out, get to know one another, and enjoy this great city.
I hope Kyle visits again and soon. Being with him reminds me that God’s busy blessing the world through some very special young people.
Tomorrow, our daughter, Emily, has a tonsillectomy…in Minnesota.
I’ll be in Cuenca.
I was with her when she had surgery on her kidney as a 2-year-old, and have been with her through every other health problem.
It is torture to not be by her side for this one.
Expat living has a downside, and this is a big one. Please say a prayer for her and her doctors. I know a tonsillectomy is no big deal, but it is for me…
Love YOU, Emily! I’ll be with you in spirit and praying all day! Looking forward to seeing your sweet face on video chat later tomorrow.
It’s almost gone!
Our home in Minnesota has a purchase agreement on it, with a closing date of 5/13. My husband, Rich, is not only Emily’s nurse for the next week or so, he’s actively liquidating our “stuff” and planning storage for the rest. He’ll be joining me, for at least awhile, once the dust settles and he’s officially homeless. Looking forward to seeing you, Rich!
That one other thing that consumes me
While here, I’ve been exploring the digital nomad life (that’s a newfangled way of saying working remotely…very remotely).
My latest big project has been writing fundraising material for a campaign to feed some of the most hungry and needy children in Cuenca.
On Monday it was posted on the organization’s Facebook page and has, so far, been shared 11 times and liked 137 times (!). I’m stunned and yet excited, as maybe it will help these children. You’ll find it at:
Our son, Charlie, turns 26 today. What a gift God has given us in our children and what an amazing gift Charlie is to me. He lives, and is going to grad school, at UC Berkeley, so he isn’t back ‘home’ in Minnesota. We may be on different continents, but thankfully a mother’s love bridges all distance.
Happiest of birthdays, sweet Charlie! So miss you and look forward to seeing your face and hearing your voice later today, on video chat! Love you and looking forward to your next 26 years! Love, Mom
Having grown up very Protestant, it is fascinating to be in a Roman Catholic country.
I had to share this pic with you, in case you’ve never seen an Easter Crucifix either.
Here is a video of church bells playing Easter morning from my apartment’s back door.
I had a visitor for a week, from 3/17-3/25, but I haven’t had time to give his visit a proper blog post. Stay tuned, Kyle will be blogged about. We had some fun times, and I have many fab photos and videos to share of our adventures. :)
Other news: I’m working and volunteering quite a bit. That global giving campaign for Cuenca kids I’ve mentioned previously, will be launching next week. You’ll know about it, don’t worry. ;-) Please prime your heart to help. These kids need anything you can give.
Cuenca is full of graffiti. It is annoying, mostly visual noise, but sometimes it catches your eye and makes you smile.
Happy St Patrick’s Day, friends!
Pat’s a Dude
Although Irish Catholics whoop it up on March 17th, St Patrick was not Catholic nor Eastern Orthodox, he predates all that silly split stuff. He’s just a guy who went where God sent him (through a vision), and because of his obedience, God used him to single-handedly convert the Celts to Christianity.
Yep, he’s a dude.
2016 St Patrick’s Day take-away for me is that our Lord set the stage for Patrick before He sent him. In Celtic prophecy God planted that one looking like, sounding like, and dressed like Patrick, would come from across the sea. God also seeded Celtic mythology with triadic gods, making the Trinity an easy nod.
By and large, Patrick brought the Good News and, besides a few spiritual power encounters with Druids, started dunking people in the river.
Yep, he’s a dude.
Since I’m a foreigner in a strange land and got the divine Nod to stake out some time here, I’m banking on this notion that God sets the stage for those He sends. What that means for me, I don’t know. And maybe I’ll never know, and that’s okay.
To help me celebrate, I bought my first clothing item: an alpaca wool/cotton blend poncho made by artisans in Otavalo, Ecuador.
Of course it is green.
Yes, I’m in my pajamas.
And for you beautiful people who have made it to the end…this is for you.
I am quite lonely. Work fills the time, and Will is a peach and a perfect gentleman, and he continues to introduce me to fabulous people. Yet, I miss you all and now realize how I took you for granted. Thanks for loving me so. Your smiles and hugs linger in my heart. ❤