Las Mujeres Son Malvadas

We arrived home last night, tired and hungry, after a six-hour layover in Houston. Have you ever been to the airport in Houston? My god, that airport. Why is there nothing to eat there that wouldn't be out of place in a fourth-rate mall food court? We canvassed the entire place just looking for something that wasn't deep-fried in lard, dropped on the floor, and then deep-fried again for good measure, and the closest we came was some tacky Mexican-themed joint where we winced as the nuked Kraft Singles squished out of the seams of our quesadillas. God knows, I'm not exactly the healthiest of eaters or anything, but could you not just give me the option of a salad, Houston airport? Just the hint of one?

There is so much to say about Ecuador that I'm not even sure where to start---and 10pm on a Monday night doesn't seem the right time to be starting it either. Suffice to say, we had an absolutely brilliant time, and if you haven't been on vacation this year yet, I highly recommend you do. By day three, we were both like "more? there's still more of this to go?" as it occured to us that we still had another six whole days of excitement ahead of us, a whole six days of SOMEONE ELSE MAKING THE BED.

I took eleven million pictures, of course, and Sean took about sixty million, so between us you should be able to get a fairly accurate portrayal of what Ecuador looks like, or at least what Ecuador looks like with us in it. We visited Quito, Banos, Cuenca, and the Otavalo region, and I've only uploaded my pictures from Quito so far; if you're interested, they're here. Do be warned, they're pretty much the most boring ones from the whole trip---nothing against Quito, of course, I'm just kind of a crappy photographer---so the rest should be a whole lot better. Which is to say, they might actually have some color in them, rather than just being a whole series of different shades of gray.

I shall tell you some proper Ecuadorian stories at some point later---hopefully a point at which I've actually unpacked, rather than just spilling the entire contents of my backpack on the bedroom floor and wading, quite literally, through it---but I'll leave you with something which will surely give you the same little frisson of pleasure (or rather deep, intense pain masquerading as pleasure) as it gave me. Guess what I should see when I turned the television on in the hotel room the first night we arrived?

Oh no, they didn't.

Oh yes, they did.


Apparently, Ecuador is in need of some Secret Bachelor Tuesday recaps of its own. I know just the girl.

gina in sc
Sep 11, 2007

thats the crazy chick! oh what is her name???

anyway, Equador- sounds marvelous and cannot wait for the whole report.

Heather B.
Sep 11, 2007

Yay! You're back! Stories soon, yes?

I don't know why I'm talking like that. Perhaps exhaustion or plain stupidity or whatever. Either way, you're back, you had fun and you're totally going to make me want to drop everything and buy a ticket to Quito.

Thespian Libby
Sep 11, 2007

Holly my dear. Think. The Houston airport was yea verily named for someone who declared his hatred of broccoli on national television. (Of course, he fathered vegetables, but...whatever...) Of course they weren't going to have a leafy green there.

Sep 11, 2007

I think the pictures are great. So if these are the most boring ones, I'm looking forward to seeing the rest. Also, I love your camera.

Nothing But Bonfires
Sep 11, 2007

TRISH! That's the name of the crazy one.

Sep 11, 2007

I have also been stuck in Houston for a layover...and you're right, it is absolutely awful...BUT there was a restaraunt in our little section that I managed to get a ceasar salad with chicken at!

The pictures look wonderful!

Sep 11, 2007

Yay, you're back! I've been soooo bored at work without daily posts to keep me entertained!

Sep 11, 2007

Chris Harrison was my husband's soccer coach in high school. How bizarro is that?

Glad you're back!

Sep 11, 2007

Being from Houston, I guess I'm just used to the airport... and always pack my own food. It's pretty much a crap-shoot depending on what terminal you're in. I couldn't imagine being stuck there for 6 hours.

Can't wait to hear about the rest of the trip! :)

Sep 11, 2007

Welcome home, travellers!

Sep 11, 2007

you two are so freakin cute together it hurts my eyes to look at you. :) j/k

i love the pictures of the church.

gina in sc
Sep 11, 2007

THANK YOU! I can sleep tonight ... trish.... LOL

Sep 11, 2007

"You don't watch the program?"
"The girls are mean."

Yep that about sums up the Bitchelor.

Also Trish was on some furniture commercials in Florida a few years ago (after the show aired).

Sep 12, 2007

Secret Bachelor days! Whoo-hoo, Ecuador! I can't wait for more stories.

Sep 12, 2007

Ugh, don't even get me started on the Houston airport. I got stuck there OVERNIGHT once. I'm still scarred. The cheap, revolting roach motel where they sent us had athletic socks covering the feet of the bed and cigarette burns on the sheets. I haven't flown Delta since.

However, WELCOME BACK! You looked totally rested earlier, by the way. Your kitties missed you.

SJ aka Simple Family
Sep 13, 2007

Never eat the food at the Houston airport. It's the one we fly out of and every time I do, I get some sort of stomach issues where I feel I'm crapping up everything I ate in the past year.

Good visual, eh?