The day begins with the power going out.

When you're "home" things like the power going out or your computer not firing up don't really rise to the level of emergency because you know your options and have options.

So, this morning sitting here in Guayaquil's wonderful (it's gotten better and I'll talk about that on a different apology post) Grand Guayaquil (eponymous) Hotel, nothing worked.

Nada. Luckily I was able to convince the Front Desk that despite my lack of pants or shoes and socks that I was really a guest so I could use the Concierge's desktop for my meeting.

What I'm trying to say is that no matter how prepared you think you are, no matter the safety net and precautions we create for ourselves, something or somethings always happens that you can't predict. And you can't do anything but go with the flow...even if that flow includes stark white old man's legs.

Oh, by the way, the speaker/megaphone is still blasting on my next to last day in Guayaquil.

Last night, before bed, I walked around the area (10pm CST) and met some of the interesting indigenous people: Women earning an old and interesting living. Their male supervisors. And the unemployed entrepreneurs offering advice for mere pennies. Who knew that even in the age of Covid, one would find unmasked service personnel eager to assist a Remote Employee or Digital Nomad walking off the effects of a days worth of travel!

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