i wasn't exactly prepared for what it would look or feel like to wander around a place where people not only do not enjoy the luxuries we are afforded living in the united states but where, for the most part, people struggle to get their basic needs met. i was frequently approached by people selling all sorts of things like individual pieces of hard candy to small toiletry items--anything that could be sold or traded for something of value. i was also struck by how many people spent most of their time on the streets, nursing children, asking for money, selling their wares.
what i was most struck by, though, was that, in light of all this dearth, there was an overwhelming sense of community. children were almost always accompanied by their mothers or traveled in bands with friends. hordes of people waiting to take the bus from downtown to some other place socialized with one another, played cards, ate meals together.
it occurred to me then, and i revisit this thought often, that with all of the luxuries we enjoy in our society, their upkeep takes so much of our energy that we may tend to lose sight of our human connections. this i have learned from the ecuadorans, and i cherish this lesson.