Sorry I haven’t blogged in six months (or more)! I’ve had countless experiences living as an expat in Ecuador, many that I’ve chronicled on Facebook, in snippets here and there. Yet my blog has lain dormant. This story, though, deserves a post.
This past Friday, my husband, daughter and I needed to get from a town on the Ecuadorian coast to an Ecuadorian city, where our daughter needed to catch a flight that evening, to start her journey home, back to Minnesota. (She’d been with us for a week of ‘seeing where mom lives’ and for fun on the beach. Every moment of her sweet face in my presence and in my new home was delightful! It was incredibly hard to see her leave! Miss you Em!)
Since Thursday morning she’d been sick with a stomach/intestinal bug that wasn’t letting up, which made the trip to the States seem daunting.
After deciding that taking a bus could be problematic (no real bathroom to use, and no stops along the way), my husband arranged with our hotel’s proprietor for a taxi to come and pick us up and transport us 3+ hours to the airport.
Then, two hours before leaving, the proprietor informed us that there was a protest happening in one of the towns we needed to travel through, and that the protesters had blocked all the roads through the town…no vehicles were being allowed to pass…not even buses, not even taxis.
With smiling eyes, he told us that he knew a taxi driver who could get us to the blockade, and that he had a taxi driver relative he trusted on the other side of the blockade who could get us all the way to the airport. He even offered one of his workers (his son?) to go with us to the blockade and walk us through the blockade and get us connected with the driver on the other side.
Wide eyed, we quickly we accepted his offer, and for $100 we got to the blockade (they were petitioning the mayor for potable water), walked about six blocks through the blockade, and then took the appointed taxi the rest of the way to the airport.
The way Ecuadorians treat immigrants and foreigners is mixed (for there are plenty of horror stories), yet the way we were treated is typical. Ecuadorians are incredibly generous, gracious, and helpful. Their empathy humbles me, and reminds me that God often looks out for us through each other.
Friends, wherever you may live, your small act of kindness to the foreigner/immigrant may reveal to them that God sees them and loves them…
PS Emily is back in Minnesota and is slowly recovering. It may have been something she drank or ate…we don’t know, yet we trust she is on the mend.