Where does the time go?

It's a question as old as humanity, but endlessly new. It was really hard to get away after church today, as everyone wanted to wish us well, and then some of them invited themselves over this evening for a farewell party. It was really fun, and we were glad to have them, but they showed up at 5:00, and the last ones didn't leave until after 8:00, and after straightening up and such, here it is almost 9:30 and I don't have time to write all that I wanted. Perhaps tomorrow night, although not likely, as we have been invited to another home for the evening. So maybe Tuesday evening, as we are in the hotel in Quito, preparing to fly back on Wednesday. Or maybe it will just be after we get back and can begin to do our "show and tell" in person.

One comparison that I realized during the night that I will share, comparing Cuenca, where we have been staying, and Guayaquil, where we were on Saturday. The climate in Cuenca is like Aspen in July, while the climate in Guayaquil is like Houston in July. It is really amazing to me that more people don't move to Cuenca.