Am I an NBA prospect?

My friend, John, after seeing some of my photos, suggested that I join an over 50 basketball league, saying I would dominate on the boards and control the paint. Perhaps I would get a glimpse of what it’s like to be an NBA player like 7’4” Victor Wembanyama, but I would probably just end up end up breaking a hip.

Anyway, that’s a cute photo of my Ecuadorian “dad”, (I call him my papasito, but his name is German-like the language) and me on Father’s Day. The kids in the house gave German the sweater he’s wearing and me the poncho. So sweet of them!

Jenny and I made hamburgers and Five Cheese Pasta to celebrate the day. We are the 14th PC Volunteers that the family has hosted, but we are the only old ones who know how to cook, so we’ve been having fun swapping recipes and turns cooking.

This poor little angel must have broken some rules.

Volunteers and PC staff watching the Ecuador/Germany World Cup game.

We found a tiny little restaurant that had a TV and beer where we watched the second half with the restaurant staff. Ecuador beat Germany, 2-1 and advanced out of the group stage. It was such a big deal that the Ecuadorian president gave the country the day off the next day.

We go on a 2.5 hour walk with Marcia every Saturday morning. At the ½ way point we stop and do exercises then climb the mountain back into the town of Nayón. German has lived in this little town all his life and was born into a house with 9 kids and no electricity. His father was a taxi driver (neither German nor Marcia have ever driven a car) and his mother sold fruit on the street, yet 4 of the 9 kids were able to graduate from university.

They have shown us so much kindness and we feel super lucky to have landed in their home. We spend our evenings cooking, talking, and watching World Cup games.

Love to all from Ecuador! Thanks for reading.