In a cab with two friends, tensions were high. After several confusing bus-rides back from the Western coast of Ecuador it was looking like we’d miss our first of four closely connecting flights from Guayaquil to Vancouver. Dehydrated, hungry and worn thin from travel, our anxiety spiked. The voice in my head said, “This-is-bad-this-is-bad-this-is-bad.” Looking to organize my thoughts, I was lucky that Cici did it for me.
“I’m kind of freaking out,” she said, “but panicking isn’t going to help. We need to stay focused.” And she was right. For our so-so Spanish to negotiate land, sea and air we needed absolute calm. I liked travelling with these two because this is how they responded to basically every challenge we faced. If our group had a mantra it would have been: This sucks, and I’m going to deal with it.