(I've been using a countdown app since day 120. Finally seeing this was pretty surreal.) The whole travel process felt like a whirlwind of: " How far away is my gate?" " Why is this the noisiest suitcase in existence?" " Who told me I was old enough to travel without supervision?" For the record, I navigated all the American and Ecuadorian airport connections and bag retrievals surprisingly successfully. The only hiccup was a stop at a security check because I forgot to drink all my water. (Sorry, Mom.) (Waiting alone for the last flight in a nearly empty terminal. One of the many "This is wild, I can't actually be doing this by myself" moments I've gone through over the last 32 hours or so.) As my first full day in Cuenca winds down, I might have to call it the longest day in existence. Though I slept for a rough total of 3.5 to 4 hours during my overnight travel, the longest stretch was 2 hours at a...
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