These Ecuadorians love their Marcos Witt

I'm sorry for not writing more blogs. My intial fear in having a blog, and even a computer, was that I would be on this thing all the time; that I wouldn't really be living in the moment. So that's why I've been a little MIA. But now, I would like to tell a story:

Last Tues. we had a little adventure. My roomates and I met up with some people and we made our way to the Coleseo General. It's the big dome down here and we paid the 'big bucks' ($10) to see the great Marcos Witt (who the hell is Marcos Witt?). Let me tell you. Marcos Witt is an older gentleman born in San Antonio, TX but moved to Mexico when he was two. He has a megachurch in Houston, TX and is also a full blown singer-songwriter...and let me tell you what, these Ecuadorians LOVE him. He's a white guy so it's weird to see a fellow Gringo light the hearts of Ecuadorians on fire, but he did it. I went to this concert and people were crying, singing their hearts out, hands in the air, dancing around...I mean freaking nuts. You would have thought it was Barry Manilow up there or something.

Anyway, the concert went a little late and my two Columbian friends and I decided to duck out. I remember thinking it was terrible idea because the place was dark except for the spotlight on ol Marcos. We had to pass by all these people...who were crying. We eventually made it outside and I was starving. The streets were packed with cars and our fearless Columbian leader Oscar decided that we were going to go a different way...our second bad idea. We proceeded to walk around for a freaking hour and make a gigantic circle. All I can understand is "Nosotros perdimos," (We're lost.) Eventually we make our way to a busier intersection and I am freaking hungry. And then, like shining symbol of freedom, I saw the letters K-F-C. They just lit up my heart and my goal in life became simple. Unfortunately that goal was not just my own, but it was shared by about 100 other Ecuadorians...the place was packed like free burrito day at Chipotle. It took another 45 min. for us to place our order and there was one point where I was like (in English), "F it...we're outta here. C'mon Oscar let's f-ing go! This place is a bust! I hate Ecuador!" (I get a little dramatic when I'm hungry and tired.) The good news is that we stayed...got our food...and things were better. We got home at 1 in the morning. The funny thing, the next morning was my previous blog post.

Was this night better than my last concert (Barry Manilow)? Well, I don't think anything will ever top that, but this one hold a special place in my heart.