Tired and weary from five days of intense travel, I reached Cruzita, Ecuador with plans to touch base with the world via cyber cafe then literally crash at my friends’ HOSTAL CRUZITA. Fishermen dotted the beach while awaiting high tide, and artisans peddled their wares along the street. With blinders on, I raced to the cybercafe then hurried back to the hostal.
Later that evening, Raul and Gina urged me to join them for dinner, and we passed the artisans again. Though I was still numb from too much travel, a part of me noted the attentiveness of one of the artisans. Never one to sit back and hope for business, he postured to hopeful attention every time a potential client walked by.
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