Friday, Apr 26, 2019


It has been a beautiful beach week in Ecuador. The weather continues to be great so I’ve spent as much time as I can outside. The clock is ticking.

Within 3-4 weeks the clouds are going to roll in and the sunshine will be gone until December. Makes me sad just thinking about that.



But for now, I have this. No time to be sad. 🙂


I started working with a trainer this week for the sole purpose of trying to increase my flexibility. He runs me through a 45 minute stretch routine twice a week. I am hoping at some point I may be able to touch my toes. It seems ridiculous to me that I can’t, but this is my reality at 56 years old.

I lost the ability to touch my toes in my 30’s so this isn’t new. What is “new” is that I don’t have the luxury to ignore this in my life anymore. I’ve pulled muscles a few times when I have been running or doing other activities “on the fly” and it is not forgiving to my body. The last thing I want to hear is a snapping sound if I inadvertently over extend a limb.

I can’t believe I am writing about this shit. Which reminds me to say, if I ever start writing about my bowel movements please call me on it. It will be time for me to shut down my blog. 😉


I am making plans to move to Colombia in September. I’m not entirely sure what it will look like, but I do know that I need to make a shift.

I love living where I am at on the coast in Ecuador. The magnitude and scope of natural beauty in my environment takes my breath away. I can only shake my head at how fortunate I am to experience all of this on a daily basis. In the end though, I feel I need a change of routine and pace.

What I have figured out is that I will live in Medellin, Colombia. While there I can make periodic trips to the coast of Colombia to see if there is anything that compares to the beaches between Olon and San Jose to live.

Medellin of course has no beaches since it is inland.  As much as I love the beach, in the short term I think this change will help me focus and work my coaching biz more. I also will be close to the Spanish school I attended with its community activities and intercambios. This will keep me regularly around people who I have opportunities to engage with and speak Spanish.

It’s hard for me to picture not living in my slice of heaven here on the beach in San Jose, yet something inside me says it’s the right thing to do.

I’ll keep you posted.