Ecuador: Fear

"Don't be afraid of your fears. They're not there to scare you. They're there to let you know that something is worth it." - C. Joybell C

This is a hard quote for me to take on right now. Travel is exciting for me, but the not knowing is terrifying. The week leading up to my travels was full of raw emotion. On one hand, I was going to visit a new continent, full of its own beautiful culture and landscapes. On the other hand, I knew it was going to be difficult- no language, no Ray/friends/family, and no data on my phone; three huge factors that created lots of fear.  

I got in late last night, but made it easily through customs and immigration. Alejandro, the guy running the hostel was prompt picking me up. Too bad the ride back to the hostel was at night because I would have loved to see all those blind-corner, switch-backs clearly. The airport was in the valley. Quito is at the top of the mountain. Being nearly 10,000 ft in elevation, it's the highest capital city in the world. 

This morning, I ate breakfast in the home of the family running the hostel. The dad got me acquainted with the area, along with some things to do and things to be aware of. The steps following breakfast were the hardest steps ever. I was entering a new culture, on my own, knowing little of their language. A moment of fear struck again.

I took deep breaths and slowly went on my way, taking steps that I knew I could follow back home, being aware of landmarks to guide me. La Basilica is the landmark for my area and it's a good thing because it towers above the city. Being that as it may, I conquered it first. For $2, I had the opportunity to climb up spiral case and virtually straight- up ladders, through the clock tower, and across roof structures to witness spectacular views of the city. The "stairs of death" were worth it.

After that, I wondered down to the Presidential palace area which apparently is the plaza where everyone meets to hang out. So many people. I didn't have a sit down today to people watch; maybe another day. 

On my way back to the hostel, I passed through the park that I think is going to be my "home base." It's quaint, full of beautiful graffiti, benches to read my book (yes, you read that right), playgrounds, soccer field, and a gorgeous view of the city. It's also a good resting ground for the grueling two blocks straight uphill that leads to my room. If only my Garmin fitness band tracked floors climbed. 

Well, I made it through my first day and am enjoying a break in the courtyard. Each day I hope to face more of the frightening unknown and really get to know this city. 

Until next time.