When I arrived in Quito last night, the hotel pre-arranged a taxi to pick me up. Marco was holding a sign with my name on it, which was mixed in with several dozen other signs in a crowd of taxi drivers looking for their fare.
As we walked to his taxi, Marco and I both agreed we spoke little of each other's language. That didn't stop us from having a great conversation on the ride to the Colonial House Hotel. During the hour long ride, Marco pointed out various landmarks which included every Chevrolet on the road. For some reason Marco really likes a Chevy. He also took pride in pointing out recent construction developments in the city and places I should visit.
Marco was the perfect person to meet as I arrived for the first time alone in a foreign country. He put me at ease. Hours earlier on the plane I pondered this trip. Ahead of me is adventure, the unknown, and a chance to find myself again. But more importantly it's a chance to help others by giving back.
Over the next few months I hope to share my experiences through this blog. I almost can't wait to see what my thoughts will be on the plane ride back. But first I need to start the adventure!
