Breaking Night

The virtue of travel is that it purges life before filling it up.” Nicolas Bouvier

All I wanted was to go back home. After spending a dope month in the East Bay for a writing workshop, I had to catch a plane to New York to pick up the rest of my stuff before hopping on another flight to Ecuador, where I live, the next morning. But after layovers in Las Vegas and Detroit, my flight was cancelled. That blasphemy of an airline, Spirit, got me on a plane to New York two days later, effectively making me miss my Ecuador flight, which cost an arm and a leg to reschedule. I had 2 days in the Clarion in Romulus, Michigan to kill, in which I fought and pleaded with airline officials and subsequently downed a case of Angry Orchard in the bathtub.

The only gleaming nugget to come out of that pile of shit was that Avianca, who were flying me to Ecuador, upgraded me to business class, and, as Joan Didion would (probably never) say, the term that came to mind was: BALLIN’. I’ve got a bad back that keeps me from sitting for too long and it’s made flying a nightmare, but my business class seat transformed into a twin bed and I was gifted with a real blanket and pillow, lots of wine and plenty of other free shit.

In the morning I had a layover in Bogotá. In the morning I had an intense migraine and a sinus thing that flared the whole right side of my face up in pain. In the morning I had some sort of muscle relaxer hangover and could barely function. My luck comes in spurts and then reverts back to its default state.

In the morning, our plane curled skyward like a rebellious strand of hair.  The flight was short, and we were soon descending into a heavy swell of clouds, thick and amorphous, as if all the shadows in the world had been sucked into a mass in the sky. After a bit of turbulence, a dark city emerged on the underside, glittering in the civil twilight, surrounded by the crooked spine of mountains that make up the Andes. I tried to look for my home amongst the lego-like squares, and then realized, with no surprise whatsoever, that I thought of Quito as home. The words that came to mind were: worth it.

9 thoughts on “Breaking Night”

  1. Ah, didn’t see that ending coming!
    How gratifying after all that to have that feeling of coming “home”. (Sad that crap airlines put you through all that just to get to the good part though! )

    Good post. .. ♡

    1. Thanks! ❤ Travel is full of ups, downs & and mediocre, boring moments. Why I focus on those, I can’t really put my finger on; it’s what all the ‘pros’ tell you not to do.

      As lots of folks have said in the past, what’s the point of all that mess if you don’t have a home to return to? I’ve been living on and off in Quito for years, and I’m still in the process of trying to lay down roots, trying to make it a home.

      Thanks for reading!

      1. Good point… It sounds like Quito holds a special place for you so it may yet become more than “a” home, maybe it will become “your heart’s home” too!

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