New Smells and Old Fears

After 21 hours of travel, I arrived in Guayaquil, exhausted, smelly, and with my nerves buzzing like a fly caught in a window frame.  It has always the little things that stand out to me when I arrive in a new place, the first being the smell. Not if it’s good or bad, and never anything I could describe well or even remember clearly after I leave, but distinctive enough that I immediately recognize it when I smell it again.   Continue reading