“Los arboles purifican al aire,” said the standard brown road sign on the side of the Pan American Highway heading south into Quito. We passed it so quickly I wasn’t sure what I’d seen.
A Lesson From Hugo Chávez
I was with my Spanish teacher on a crowded bus in Quito. I strained to both hear and understand him as we conversed en español.
When I opened a window in my schedule last February, I was thinking of warm weather, a different culture and learning Spanish. Events led me to Ecuador.
“I don’t know much about that country,” said more than one colleague.
“What are the parts of yourself you are willing to give up in order to be who you wish you were?”