I am infected. I got the infection in Ecuador. I caught it from a nine-year-old boy named Martin. He lives in a one room house in Quito with his two sisters. Their mother died three years ago and shortly after her death, their father left and hasn’t been seen since.
They live alone.
Martin, his two sisters and his little cousin in their home in Quito, Ecuador.
Have you ever had a fried, sugary plantain? I hate to admit it, but here in Quito, Phil and I can’t stop eating them. All the food here is good, but the plantains seem to be our downfall. Muy bueno!
Remnants of the stickers children enjoyed receiving from Jennifer and Phil.
Well, we made it to Ecuador.
We were stuck in Miami a little longer than we had hoped because–get this–a volcano erupted 90 miles south of Quito, and the ash still lingered in the air. Apparently, that makes air travel difficult. A little different from the states, huh?
Theresa, Phil and Jennifer with Bolivia and 14-year-old Jimmy in the kitchen of their adobe home. Jimmy is one of the children sponsored through Compassion.
