First Cañar Chronicle 2014

P1030362Dear Friends: Well, we are at home in Cañar, and Michael is already cutting wood, but we couldn’t have chosen a worse time to travel. Of course, when we bought our economy airline tickets six months ago, we didn’t give a thought to weather until the moment arrived. I did, however, wonder why we were routed through Washington DC; then JFK in New York, then an overnight flight to Guayaquil. With three different airlines.

Even the Alaska Airlines agent in Portland mentioned it was a long way round. She asked if we needed visas for Ecuador and recounted, rolling her eyes, that she’d recently checked through a guy traveling to Mexico with a “service kangaroo.”  Mexico refused him entry. She had also lately met several service parrots. Michael joked that he’d like to have a “service toad” to calm his nerves when he travels.

That was the easy part. I have written a long account of our travel travails, but to spare you the convoluted details I’ll just say it was a trip from hell that began on January 7 and ended 36 hours later, with a surprise twist, in Guayaquil. So: a series of delayed and missed flights, an unplanned expensive night at a hotel in New York, a fruitless search for our four large bags in DC and JFK (10 degrees F), where a broken water main had flooded the baggage area. This was truly a scene from Hades – thousands of bags without their owners; thousands of passengers milling around looking for their bags, the lost luggage offices jammed.

M. baggage(I think he’s screaming, not laughing)

Past midnight, after the American Airlines agent told us the only voucher hotel they could offer was on Long Island, 1.5 hours away, “and there’s no transportation,” we thought, for an awful hour or so, that we might have to join other lost souls sleeping on cots and in chairs in a cold lounge near the terminal exit. Courtesy phones to call hotels and Internet service and even charging stations were not working. As Michael sat calmly doing Sudoku, preparing to spend the night sitting up, I called my sister Sherry in Santa Fe and asked her to try to find us a hotel near the airport. And so she did – the heroine of our saga – a warm and outrageously overpriced room at Day’s Inn. We were lucky to get it.  Bad weather brings manna from heaven for some.

It could have been this:sleeping lounge

But instead was this:Day's End

Miraculously, 24 hours later, rerouted through Miami by an efficient agent who never cracked a smile or made small talk (while the guy next to us muttered, “five days, I’ve been five days trying to get out…”), we arrived in Guayaquil WITH OUR BAGS. We still can’t figure that one out.

Here comes the dramatic part: We had loaded our four suitcases onto the cart, grinning like fools and crowing, “All four bags! Amazing! How did that happen? How could we be so lucky?” Our luck continued as we got the green light at customs and the agent waved us through. Again, “We must be charmed!” Then, as we were literally yards from the exit, an officer in camouflage approached. “Your passport please. Do you speak Spanish? I am from the money-laundering police, and I’d like to know how much money you are carrying. Please step into this office and bring all your luggage.”

Michael was so stunned he numbly followed the guy into his office, leaving me to juggle the cart and roller bags. “The Señora too,” the guy peered out and gestured. Bring all your bags.”

Michael knows the law. In Ecuador, same as in the U.S., an individual is allowed to bring up to $10,000 cash into the country. And that’s just about what he had strapped in money belts and bags around his middle. But in the rush to leave we hadn’t counted what was in our wallets, and Michael had mentioned a couple of times he was worried we were over the limit. (No matter that I had also suggested a couple of times, “Why don’t we just wire the funds to our bank in Cañar?” But noooooooo. I had also offered to carry one of the money belts.)

And so we sat down with the money-laundering officer in a small dark room. No computer, no safe, just a desk, bookcase, and four black fake leather chairs. When I glanced at the dark light fixture on the ceiling, he said, “For security. So they don’t see we’re handling money in here.” Not exactly reassuring. Michael stripped off his money belts and the officer asked for his wallet and patted him down. He asked for my wallet and counted my cash: $70. On a chair between us, he laid out the pile of bills and began to carefully count each one, even those still in the bank wrappers. I got out my little notebook and noted his name: Jorge Aguirre. And for good measure but no particular reason, laid my business card from Cañar on the chair.

He tried to make small talk as he counted: “How long have you lived in Ecuador? That’s two thousand. What work do you do?  Six thousand. You know money laundering is a problem here that we have to control. Eight thousand.”

I asked why us, was it a random sort of thing? He said something not very convincing like, “Oh we check about one traveler in a thousand.”

We sat tense as Jorge Aguirre kept counting: “nine thousand eight hundred, nine thousand nine hundred…”, and then…with some loose bills still to count he made a “that’s it” gesture and dropped the last bills on the pile. “OK, you are good, but if it had been $10,000 you would have had to pay a thirty percent multa, a fine.  $3000 dollars!  “Next time divide your money with the Señora.”

Relieved but still in shock, as we gathered up wallets and bills, Michael strapping on money belts and we prepared to continue on with our lives, Jorge Aguirre asked in the nicest possible way, “And how was your Christmas?”

After a night our familiar Hostal Tangara in Guayaquil, we hired a car and driver to bring us, all our bags and our cash, to Cañar. A mere 3.5 hours later, on newly paved roads (finally!), we were at our gate. The house was just as we had left it in July.

house exterior

The patio plants on Michael’s side continue to take over:

patio

The view we love from our back porch the same, with the clouds coming in, quinoa newly planted in the field, and our neighbor Magdalena’s calf and pig flirting with one another.

view mountains

Michael uncovered our San Antonio, guardian of the house, while our compadre Jose Maria (the other guardian of the house), watched.

San Antonio 2

And, after a quick trip to the market, we had our first local-fare lunch in the patio: fried potatoes, green pepper, onions and tomatoes.

first lunch

Also on the domestic front, and very big news, is our new sewer service, a process that began with our neighbors in 2010 and continued with fits and starts until we left in July, still incomplete. But Michael was prepared, having last year laid a 4” pipe from house to road, and today he had the great pleasure of making the hookup at the house….sewer house

and in the road.

sewer street

Then a chat with our neighbor Magdalena about the problems with water service…and that’s all for now. I’ll try to send out chronicles every two weeks, but meantime I love hearing from everyone.

Magdalena

14 thoughts on “First Cañar Chronicle 2014

  1. Life is full for you both! As a couple and as individuals … Glad to see you are there with no big surprises (except traveling) … welcome home!

    Best to you,
    kittie (Pat’s friend from LA)

  2. Wow, what an epic journey! I thought of you two a lot on our recent trip to Oaxaca (including a cancelled flight, unexpected layover in Houston, rerouting through Mexico City and final arrival minus suitcases, which followed us 2 days later) and how incredibly courageous, resourceful and adaptable you have been. So happy to see you snug in your sweet house in Cañar, already enjoying Michael’s home cooking! ¡Feliz Año del Caballo!

  3. Believe or not, I thought about you because Mother Nature threw a curved ball to all those flying all over the world. When the airport in Rochester NY closes, things are bad. And when it was open, the other airports were closed, so forget about connecting flights!
    Even my friend in Oregon was furious because for the first time in more than half a century her pipes froze and did not have water for four days.
    We have had goofy weather, getting to minus 36 a week ago but today is 52 and sunny!
    Enjoy your stay and thanks for the news.

  4. Welcome back to Ecuador, Judy and Michael! Your trip sounded horrendous, but all’s we’ll that ends well, I suppose. I’m in Quito and Carchi till Feb. 7th. If there’s any chance you’re coming north, let me know.

  5. Jon and I are happy to hear that you are all safe and sound. Can you imagine being stuck in those airports with children at any age. Good to hear too that your trip from hell finally had a happy ending. Looking forward to reading your next chapter. It is lovely here today and I am off to take Fanny for a walk before dark.

  6. Greetings Judy and Michael

    Sorry about the crazy trip. Daphne’s brother and his partner were coming back to Toronto from and the Caribbean and due to the weather etc got stranded in San Juan, PR for 8 days. They kinda minded and i think that cancelled any other trips this winter.
    LOL

  7. Too bad you weren’t rerouted through Newark! We would have been happy to host you! Glad to hear you made it in one (or two) pieces!

  8. We spent the night sleeping in the Guayaquil airport a couple years ago. It seemed like it was going to be a terrible night, but all-night music, available food provided by the airline, and plenty of reasonably comfortable benches made it quite a tolerable adventure. But it certainly played havoc with our travel plans.

    CD

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