Our neighbor came to check on us around 6:30am today. She seemed surprised to see we made it through the night. She was concerned last night about the wind and “cold” chill. It might have been in the low 70s last night, certainly not cold by our standards. We slept without the rainfly so the tent appears like it is just a mesh dome. Not realizing there is a cover, we’ve had a couple people comment that our tent is entirely inadequate for rain and other elements. They already think we’re nuts to be wandering around on our bicycles. The sight of our tent seems to confirm it.
The goal for today was to find a hotel and rest my knee, and to cycle as few miles as possible in the process. We also wanted to be somewhere with a TV for the Ecuador World Cup game at 5pm. We’ve embraced the fútbol culture with gusto.
Eighteen miles down the road we found the sleepy little village of San Lorenzo. It has a beautiful beach so we were surprised to find so few vacationers here for a Friday.
We rode around town scoping out the accommodations and secured a $10 room in a beachfront bamboo hut. We stashed our stuff and went for a walk on the beach we had all to ourselves.
We spent the rest of the day in hammocks and then watched Ecuador defeat Honduras. A nice end to a beautiful day.
We’ve been out on the road for 15 months. Long enough for this travel lifestyle to become normalized and for us to become a little desensitized to events and places. I don’t think we’ve become jaded, that’s too negative. But the fact is, we’ve done more traveling in 15 months than many people can do in a lifetime. When so many amazing experiences are crunched into a relatively short time, sometimes it takes one of us bringing attention to the fact that we are experiencing something amazing and not just another day out on the road.
Today while we were on the beach we took a moment to really take it all in. And not just the beautiful scenery, but the figurative road we took to arrive here, on a deserted beach in a tiny village on the coast of Ecuador. We looked at our watches and asked ourselves what we’d otherwise be doing on a Friday afternoon. We’d be in the office, watching the clock, dreaming of being anywhere but there.
We’re where people dream of being. We’re where we dreamed of being. We need to not lose sight of that.
We’re where we dreamed of being.