Day 5

Literally not much is going on here, not even in town. There are still piles of debris in the streets, some people say the Officials have forgotten about us, I try to remind them that bigger cities have bigger problems, and they'll get to us. They (locals) are concerned for our safety and that's not a bad thing. 

Joffres mothers house was found to be damaged after they dug out what was the new Marcos. Two walls were leaning, so they took them down, and rebuilt. As they were doing it I spoke with Nexar, the bread man and he said his damage was similar. We figured out $200 would buy the cinder blocks and the cement to fix.

The new walls will go in where the sheets are hanging. There is some work on the antennas that had fallen off the bank building, and they said Marcos restaurant was going to be torn down, but it hasn't happened yet. They are salvaging all they can from Marcos and where Gorditos used to be. The pharmacy has moved down the block to be safer.

Today I got my first newspaper, learned for the first time the death toll, and saw the devastation in other places. Wow, we made it out lucky! So, when I say not much is going on, that isn't true. Our airspace is usually quiet, only one plane in and out in the evening, but there are helicopters back and forth all day. We can only imagine that they are taking aid, workers and supplies to our unfortunate neighbors to the north.

Tomorrow is a new day, the sun will be shining, and my Ecuadorean friends will be smiling, I can almost  guarantee it, so stay tuned, the adventure continues!