Tomorrow Never Comes

Here in Ecuador manana mean "not today". Could be tomorrow or it could be next week.  So when I say I'll write tomorrow, don't hold your breath.
Yesterday, Sunday, we went to the meeting.  That's an understatement.  About 10 am we went to the coffee shop. I had a breakfast sandwich and Sherry had this huge hunk of bread that has become her favorite thing in life.  I drink brewed coffee which comes in it's own little pot and Sherry has her iced green tea.  We putzed around there for a while watching the market across the street, then went to the ATM and then home to get ready for the meeting.  Our new friend Cherie was coming to get us to show us how to get there.  She was late so we ran out the door to hail a cab.  This was our first taxi ride.  I bet there are more cabs here than there are in New York.  We got in and before I got my door closed the driver was making a u-turn and I was almost out the door. He thought it was funny.  He took us to the bus terminal for $1.  The bus was about to leave so we had to run.  Sherry and I didn't know what we were doing so we followed Cherie, only problem, I was pushed on the bus first.  It was full, but I did manage to find two seats together.  Cherie was close by.  The ride was about 15 min, two towns  over  and cost .35 cents.  The buses are huge so you can't really see the road which is a good thing because they drive like Taxi's.  When we got off the bus it was about 3 blocks to the Kingdom Hall.  Have I mentioned that I have already lost 5 lbs with all of the walking?
The meeting was wonderful. A brother came from Quito to give the talk.  After we met all of our new friends.  A sister with a 9 year old daughter invited us to her home after. She had a car!!!  We stuffed 7 of us in and we were off to the most amazing part of the country that we didn't know was this close to us. Beautiful, lush green lawns and spectacular homes on 1/2 acres. The road we went down had many homes and most were occupied by Witnesses.  We took a tour of a couple of them and then the sister and her daughter took us to dinner in the little town of Cotacochi.  It was called a bar and grill and they served the best hambergers and pizza. Really catered to the Gringo population. Off for now.