U.S. emigres figuring it out

Yesterday we got into an Uber and there, in the back seat, was the driver’s son. Four years old, neither sitting in a car seat nor wearing a seat belt.…
And then another. When we arrived in Quito in April and began to explore the neighborhood around our Airbnb, it didn’t take us long to discover that walking here is…
9,350 feet high, to be precise. This was to be the first of possibly several disquisitions on trying to stay connected to the old Robbinsdale “foodways” in a new country…
Reflections on leaving the U.S. for a life we can afford — and possibly improved mental health — in Ecuador.