|Cuenca, a World Heritage Site|
Winding up our San Francisco apartment, although time-consuming and difficult, was made so much easier by Austin and Aleina who took over our San Francisco place, including the furniture and anything else we didn’t have time to move. Aleina came over the day we left and helped us so much. It was pretty much a circus getting us out the door. She was so much help, and I can’t thank her and Austin enough for their part in our move.
The trip down here was a hassle and a half, especially once we got to Miami. Never flying through that place again. Nasty TSA people who even stole my reading glasses, plus the place was so dirty and the airport staff on the surly side. Until we got to the LAN counter and gate. Going to South America? I recommend LAN airlines. A total pleasure.
When we got to Guayaquil, which is like getting hit with a giant, hot, wet sponge, we were met by the folks from the Sheraton who ferried us to check-in, where we were given the most delicious fresh fruit juice while we waited for our luggage. We then were on our way to the room, which turned out to be a corner suite just below the Club floor. (Our friends Fred and Allison used his Plutonium status at Starwoods to get us the royal treatment. It was lovely.)