I’m in a hotel room in Guayaquil because I flew to Ecuador to sign a single piece of paper. A personal accusation. I cannot sign digitally.

Now we’re back, to fulfill the obligations of our residency visas, and Ecuador amid the Pandemic is not quite the place we left behind.

In the end, a global pandemic and a criminally negligent property developer wouldn’t keep us from our retirement dream. We’re going home.

After four weeks in quarantine, Chantal and I have had more than enough opportunity to reflect on the people and events that derailed our retirement.

This post contains a link to the external website we used to communicate with our neighbours during the blackout and early Pandemic.

You don’t have to look very hard to find beauty in this place. You just have to let a few things go. Like reliable electricity. Running water. Facebook.