Riding Out The Storm

Ocean Scene by Serrator

It has been so long since my last blog that I am sure some of you thought that the Ecuador project had gotten the best of us and we had packed up our bags and headed home licking our wounds all the way. I can’s say that the thought hadn’t crossed our minds a few million times, but in all truthfulness the fact is that a series of events beyond our control prevented me from making any entries for the last two months.

I left off my last entry explaining that Mom and I would be returning to the states leaving Rod in Ecuador to oversee the project. We were at a crucial time and just didn’t feel like we could leave the project at the critical stage that it was in.

Since we had not planned to leave Rod in Ecuador he had no way to stay in contact with the businesses or us once I took my laptop. I knew that I would have to leave it behind and the blog program that I currently use is proprietary to my laptop only, so it would be impossible to write from any other computer.

In the preceding days before Mom and I were to depart we had all agreed that the architects we were working with were not working out at all for us. The business side was a total mess as records of expenses were not being kept up to date and money that we were told was going for supplies and or payroll was actually going elsewhere.

Long story short, after Mom and I  returned to the States a battle began in Ecuador and raged on for a couple of weeks. The city ended up shutting us down for several days. All along we had been told by our architects that they had the permit when in actuality it was nothing more than a verbal from the city. Come to find out, one of the architects had very strong ties with the city (one of the very reasons we chose him) and was able to pull all sorts of strings including shutting us down for the permit we never had anyway.

One Of The Many Arches Being Constructed In Our House

In the end everything worked out to our advantage, but there were definitely some tense moments we weren’t sure what the outcome would be. You may remember that when we originally chose these architects, we also considered another architect that we liked equally as well, but felt he did not have the connections to facilitate a speedy permit process (the very thing that ended up getting us in end).

We Discovered That Originally There Were Pitched Ceilings In Our House So We Took Them Back To Their Former Glory

Estevan, the architect that was originally our second choice, offered to help us with our predicament. We ended up hiring him to finish the job. It has been amazing how much smoother the job is now. Everything runs like clockwork and Estevan is very in tune with our different design styles. He has offered up some great design ideas of his own that have been incorporated into the house and we are thrilled with his professionalism.

Best of all, we were told by the former architects that our walls would never be smooth due to the horse manure process that is used on the walls. It turns out our new architect knew of a process that involved no horse manure and allowed for a smooth finish.

The Smooth Walls We Wanted All Along

One of the biggest obstacles we faced with our previous architects was the vision of the house. A lot of the architectural elements were added to the house through the years and were not original to the design. It was our intention to gut the house and get to the bare bones where we could see the original design, but it was a battle as the original architects wanted to retain as much of the house as is. 

The New Glass Wall On The Terrace Helps Block The Wind

Since we have hired the new architect the house is looking much different now. It has definitely taken on a life of its own. We have retained many of the original elements while adding a few of our own that of course match the style. As Emeril Lagasse says “We have kicked it up a notch”. We have added so many arch ways in our house that we have decided instead of the Arch Bishops house it is now the House of Arches.

Even The Fireplaces Have Arches

A Most Amazing Man

Rod was all set to return to Huntsville on July the 5th for a couple of months until it was time for us to return to Ecuador for the last stage of the project. This would be when we would pick out all of the finishing touches and the fixtures. Just a couple of weeks before he was scheduled to return home, we got some bad news that his father had been diagnosed with stage three lung cancer. Rod and I decided it would be best for him to fly directly to Houston and stay with Mom & Dad while Dad was having his chemo and radiation treatments.

I am happy to report that Dad is now more than half way through his treatments and is doing astonishingly well. The doctors are amazed. No severe side effects to report and his attitude has remained upbeat through the whole process. Dad is an amazing 80+ year old Cajun man, need I say more. His spirit is strong and he has a love of life unmatched by many. Even with all that is going on, Dad’s appetite is  as healthy as ever and he still does his wood working in his garage most days, something he loves to do.

My Husband and My Laptop Are MIA

During the month of July, Rod was able to return to Huntsville for six days while his sister and niece took over driving Dad to and from his treatments. This has been the longest we have ever been apart and it has definitely been tough, but we’re so happy that we could be there for Mom and Dad.

On July 5th Rod boarded his flight in Guayaquil where he would then catch a connecting flight in Panama to Houston. That evening I received a phone a call from Rod telling me that somewhere between Panama and Houston my laptop had gone missing. When the plane landed in Houston, he got the carry on bag out of the overhead bin and boarded the shuttle to his parents house. Once settled he went to get the laptop out of the bag to show Dad photos of the house, only to realize there was nothing in the bag except for foot powder and some dirty laundry.

I immediately went into panic mode as I knew that our business as well as all of my passwords, personal notes, blog and ebay business was on that laptop. I could just picture some stranger gazing at all of my personal information and the years of work that were stored on my laptop. I immediately called the airlines to file a report and while the agent was trying to assure me that they recover thousands of lost articles a year, I knew deep down in my heart that I was only following the motions and I would most likely never recover my computer.

Needless to say, Rod was in the dog house for several days as I feverishly changed passwords, signed up for identity theft service and tried to keep my fears of the worst at bay. By this point I was hoping that the thief had wiped my hard drive clean. I would much rather this option than the thought that they were hacking into my personal life.

I have learned a lot from this experience and if you have the time, please make sure and read my next blog post as it will deal exclusively with steps you can take to help protect yourself from such an incident. Maybe I can save someone else the headache of losing all of their data. In the meantime I have had to replace my computer.

The Ranch Is Gone

While we were in Ecuador Bob sold the ranch and as soon as Mom returned, they had to get busy packing and preparing for the move. What a job that was! They are now readying themselves for the big move to Ecuador. This will be an adventure in itself as they get ready to pack a container, complete all of the necessary paperwork and make the final move.

A Tipico Dia en la Calle

A typical day on the street, that is the title of this weeks entry. I decided I had better start practicing my Spanish, especially after last Saturday. Carlos had a tour that weekend, so Mom Rod and I were left to our own devices. I thought that my phone battery had gone dead, so the first order of business was to find someone that could replace my battery. After two taxi rides and using the best Spanish I could, but to no avail, I finally became highly frustrated. Especially when I realized I had asked for a car battery instead of a phone battery at one of the stores. Luckily my phone decided to repair itself saving me any further frustration.

Friday afternoon we were at the house doing our typical daily routine of inspections, meeting with contractors and expressing our visions to the architect. The house is so dusty and dirty these days that you have to step out to the front balconies or the roof frequently just to catch a breath of fresh air.

On one of these such breaks, I decided to snap a series of photos depicting the daily life of our street below. Friday was the perfect day to accomplish this as the day was beautiful and the street was quite busy with activity.

COne Of The Many Street Sweepers Who Diligently Keep Our Streets And Sidewalks Clean

The Workers Unloading A Delivery Of Stone For our House

Our Resident “Lady Of The Evening” Or In This Case “Lady Of The Day”

Looks Like She Got Herself A Customer

Mom & I Have Nicknamed This Dog “Naughty Dog”. He Is Always Escaping From His Owners And Running The Street. When The Children Try To Retrieve Him, He Barks As He Runs From Them. He Is So Matted It Looks Like The Street Sweeper Could Use Him To Clean The Streets

Traffic At The End Of Our Street Near The Market

A Lady Doing Some Shopping. There Is An Abundance Of Little Shops That Sell Toilet Paper

The School Children Headed Home

A Little Boy Rides His Toy Fire Truck While Mom Locks Up The Store For Siesta

Two Shop Or Restaurant Employees Walking With Their Aprons On

A Neighbor People Watching From Her Balcony

A Hard Working Indigenous Woman

Another Indigenous Woman in Her Brightly Colored Skirt Carrying Her Goods On Her Back

A Large Tour Group Of What Looked To Be Americans

Two School Children Enjoying A Snack On The Way Home

There has been a major change in the plans now. Mom and I are departing Cuenca leaving Rod behind for an additional five weeks. Unfortunately my computer has to stay with Rod so that he can continue to stay in contact with the businesses and us. Blogging during this time will be a challenge if not impossible without my computer, but please stay with us as the stories promise to be good and the wait will be worth it.

Devastation All Around

In the months of April and May we have seen devastation unlike any we have ever seen before. It started with the string of tornadoes that hit the south and then another string of tornadoes hit our Ecuador house. The only difference was the tornadoes that hit the South were a force of nature while the Ecuador disaster was man made.

According to (NewsCore) - BIRMINGHAM, Ala. -- An astounding and record-breaking 312 tornadoes were recorded in America's South over one day according to preliminary estimates released by federal authorities Monday.
The National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) said the tornadoes were counted over a 24-hour period from 8:00am ET on April 27 to 8:00am on April 28, during an outbreak of wild weather that left hundreds of people dead. The number far exceeds the previous record of 148 twisters in 1974.

There were also a remarkable 362 tornadoes tallied during the entire storm outbreak that cut through seven states from April 25 to April 28, the NOAA said. April also set a record for most tornadoes in a single month -- more than 600, compared with the previous record of 542 in May 2003.

The NOAA put the death toll from the disaster at more than 350 -- the highest from tornadoes in the US since April 5-6, 1936, when 454 people were killed, mostly in Mississippi and Georgia.

"Expert analysis by NOAA Research and the National Weather Service of the fatality information indicates that at least 350 people were killed during the entire outbreak from 8:00am EDT April 25 to 8:00am April 28," the NOAA said. "There were 340 fatalities during the 24-hour-period from 8:00am April 27 to 8:00am April 28."

Last month’s storms cut a path of devastation across the South, leaving several hundred people missing or dead and thousands injured. We were some of the lucky ones and managed to escape injury and loss, but our hearts and prayers go out to those who have suffered at the hands of this great tragedy.

In all of the years that we have lived in Alabama we have never witnessed such ominous weather. Early Wednesday morning we lost power in our part of town and by the end of the day all of Huntsville and most of the outlying areas were literally in the dark.

TVA remains in a Transmission System Alert due to large area damage. More than 300 poles or steel structures were damaged in the storms, resulting in more than 90 large transmission lines being out of service, including a large portion of the 500-kilovolt and 161-kilovolt lines serving North Alabama and Mississippi.

As soon as Rod and I realized that power was not going to be restored any time soon, we all evacuated to Tennessee along with our dog Buster where we spent three nights in a hotel about 50 miles from home. The drive to Tennessee was incredibly slow as there was an oil tanker that had been turned over on the highway and caused  a big delay in getting out of town. Any gas station that had a generator and was able to get up and running had lines of cars waiting to get gas, sometimes two hours long. There was a dusk to dawn curfew placed on our city for a week.

Many businesses including ours were shut down for a week or more. All, but a few restaurants and grocery stores lost all of their food not to mention the lost revenue. The restaurants and grocery stores that were lucky enough to have a generator probably did more business in that one week than they do in a normal month. The one Mcdonalds that was open in our town had a line out the door and you had better be prepared to wait thirty minutes to get your order.

Sunday we decided to head home even though we knew there was still no power, but hoping that we would soon have the lights back on. We were determined to open our Huntsville Business Monday morning with or without power. Monday came and went and still no lights at home or the business.

We checked back into a hotel, but this time we were able to get a place in Huntsville as many of the homes had power restored and people were slowly returning to their daily routine. Luckily power was restored late Tuesday afternoon and we were able to return home just days before we were to depart to Texas where we would catch our flight to Ecuador.

Alabama wasn’t the only place there was devastation. It looks as though a few tornadoes went through the Ecuador house as well. The plumbing and electrical is going in now and the workers have literally had to remove the whole ground floor in order to level it and lay water lines. The walls will be trenched in order to place the wiring and then closed back up again. Things are beginning to move quickly and we are making decisions daily.

The Trenches Being Dug For The Water Lines

On May 10th we escaped the devastation of Alabama only to arrive at the scene of mass destruction at our house in Cuenca. The floors in all of the rooms are missing because they were used for the ceilings and walls are being replaced where others fell down.

A Floor/Ceiling Of One Of the Rooms

The Ceiling Of Our Bedroom Coming Down

Mom Forges Her Way Through The Rubble

The Back Garden Area

The Picture Is Hazy Because Of All The Dust

Mom And Bob’s Living Room Ceiling Comes Down In One Piece

In spite of everything we are very pleased with the progress and the workmanship. It is exciting to see the house coming together now. Over the next few weeks our days will be filled with decisions, regrets, tension and compromise as we plan and design each and every space.

Rod With the Crew

The Reality Of It All

Picture by mira d'oubliette

Once again it has been a very long time between posts. I was prepared to write the typical entry this week journaling the progress of the house, when I received a very important email from my Mother that took my thoughts to a different place and changed the topic of my post.

My Mother wrote to thank us for an article that Rod had sent to her. She went on to say that she and Bob had been wrestling with the thought of selling the ranch and all the “what ifs” that went along with with the decision to sell. The ranch originally belonged to Bob’s Mother and Father and has been very near and dear to his heart.

They questioned selling the ranch at this time and especially in this economy. If it was not the right decision it could potentially affect us all. After much deliberation they both decided that in the end the ranch should be sold. Let the chips fall where they may, never to look back and say should have, could have, would have.

None of us has a crystal ball and can only go forward with our decisions in life and hope that they are right. The key is no regrets and enjoy the ride along the way. We will always learn no matter what the outcome is, good or bad.

After so many questions from Family and Friends, even strangers asking why we chose Ecuador as our final destination, I decided to address the questions and take a very long hard look at our decisions. I wanted to share my own personal thoughts about our choice to move to Ecuador and while I can’t speak for anyone else, I can only make my own observations.

You can read blogs about Ecuador all day long and find people that have made the conscious choice or are thinking about making the move to Ecuador. You will hear all kinds of reasons for doing so. The weather, cost of living, a new adventure, inexpensive health care, the scenery, so on and so forth, and while all of the above reasons factor into our decision as well, I have had to go deeper into our reasoning and pull out some of the realities of our decision.

So for all of you that ask why? Here we go.

It began with our first trip to Ecuador, My Mother, Bob, Rod and Myself had already discussed at length and made the decision that we needed to start looking for a place to retire that would offer us a comfortable and affordable lifestyle that we were hoping to achieve

In our minds trying to retire in the U.S. would be a tough go and would not afford us the financial freedom that we longed for in our retirement years. The four of us have all been self employed a good part, if not most of our lives and have never worked for the government or some big corporation that offered benefits, 401K’s, stock options, etc. Our worth has been self made be that what it is.

It was a very scary reality that should any one of us encounter a major health issue, savings could be depleted rapidly, possibly property as well. None of us wanted to live the golden years of our lives with that thought hanging over our heads. It was also important for us to remain as independent as possible as we aged. If we needed full time care we would want to have the funds to provide it. So yes health care and an independent life style was a major decision maker.

Next and one of the most important things to us is that we really seemed connect with the expats and the way of life. The expats that live in Ecuador or any other country I imagine are a like minded set of folks that are risk takers like ourselves. After all you have to have a big sense of adventure and a longing to experience new things and a new life style to leave your friends and family behind and move out of the country in the first place. Rod and I have always gone against the grain and it was refreshing to find a whole group of people that had the same mind set.

I wont dwell to much on the wrong turn that I believe our society has taken, but as my Mother says “Living in Ecuador is like returning to a kinder more gentle society”. People are more respectful of each other. The news is not full of murders and crime. People aren’t screaming at each other and using profanity as a means to get their point across. Everyone seems happy and not stressed out to the max. People enjoy each other and the lifestyle is much healthier, except of course for our Tutto Freddo habit.

Last but not least we wanted to afford a quality of life that we had always dreamed of. Don’t let anyone tell you that you can live in Ecuador for next to nothing, this is not true. What you can do is live there less expensively than the U.S. I suppose you can also live there as expensively as the U.S. depending on your life style. We however do not plan to live meagerly or extravagantly, just somewhere in the middle. We only wish to enjoy our house, our friends, be able to do the things we love and travel within as well as outside of the country.

If you have read our blog from the beginning than you know that we made the decision to purchase our property the day that we departed Cuenca to return to the States. This may seem a hasty decision to some, in fact looking back it seems a hasty decision to us as well. I think in the back of our heads we knew that if we returned to the States without a commitment, life would happen as it tends to do and the dream of moving to Ecuador would gradually fade away. Of course it didn’t hurt that we fell in love with the country on our first visit and the house fit the bill perfectly for our needs.

Leaving your family and friends and moving to a foreign country, especially one that does not support English as the main language is not for everyone. At times it is scary and I have to remind myself of when Rod and I moved from Houston Texas to Huntsville Alabama a very long time ago. Wow what a culture shock that was. It might as well have been a foreign country and it seemed like it had a language of its own.

The lifestyle was much slower than what we were used to, there were not that many restaurants, no really nice grocery stores and shopping was the mall or nothing. Our first house was out in the middle of what seemed like nowhere. We were much younger at the time and couldn’t wait to get out of Alabama. We looked long and hard for other places to move, but the longer we stayed the more Alabama grew on us. We have now been here over 21 years and absolutely love it. Home is what you make of it no matter what.

I know that there will be adjustments moving to Ecuador as well. There will be times we may be so frustrated with the lifestyle change (and yes there will be a huge lifestyle change) that we will throw our hands up in despair and pine for the modern conveniences of the States.

There will be times we want to run back to the States because we miss our family and friends terribly, but I have a sneaking suspicion we may see more of them then we do now as there will now be a place in Ecuador to visit with familiar faces.

As I have said before, Mom will have the easiest adjustment as she is more of a laid back “Go with the flow” type person. Rod will probably make the adjustment fairly well as he will have never ending projects with the house and the dream kitchen he has always wanted where he can entertain and get back to his true love of cooking.

Bob and I will be the two tough nuts to crack. I feel sorry for Rod and Mom having to put up with us. Bob is pretty set in his ways and even though I am the self proclaimed adventurer I am really a contradiction in terms. I too am set in my ways. I love a good adventure, but I always need my security blanket. I have routines and change can be hard for me. I suspect Bob and I are a lot alike in that respect.

There is not a day that goes by that I do not ask myself if we have made the right decision. I have come to realize in life that if you are not asking yourself these questions than you are not living. We just choose to make choices on a grander scale and that is who we are. We are no different from the person who plays the stock market or invests in a business that they expect to grow and in return build them wealth. It is a gamble no matter how you look at it. All you can do is your homework and educate yourself to come to the best conclusion possible. The only difference is that we are investing in our lives not a business, but the end result of both actions is security and a way of life.

I hope that others who read this blog dare to dream and grab the golden ring on the Merry Go Round that we call life. Don’t ever let your fears stop you from what you truly desire. The worst thing I can imagine is growing old and saying “I should have tried (fill in the blank).

There Are Always Two Sides To A Coin

It seems that we are being reminded of this very old, but wise adage on a daily basis now. The last couple of weeks have proved to be quite difficult in communicating with our architects and making them understand what we expect. At one point tempers flared so badly on both sides that all parties involved were ready to throw in the towel and severe the relationship leaving us to start over from zero once again.

The architects were at the end of their rope and likewise we had made up our minds that we would go it on our own, with the help of Carlos of course. We would hire contractors, laborers and carpenters at our own discretion and be in charge of buying the building material ourselves. The relationship had by now become to strained and to stressful for all of us and the frustration level was at its peak.

Working On The Terrace

After everyone vented and the waters began to recede. I had time to try and look at the situation from both sides. From the very beginning we have been frustrated at the unwillingness of whoever we are dealing with on the house remodel to give us a firm commitment. It has always been understood that all estimates were just that and we never expected that a bid that was given to us would include unforeseen circumstances.

The Canasillos Under Our Roof

We knew that when the workers opened up the roof, if there were rotted beams that needed to be replaced that would be above and beyond the original price. We also knew that any changes we made to the plans would equal out to more money. I don’t know why it works differently in Ecuador, but it does and getting even a ball park estimate is like pulling teeth or at least that has been our experience thus far.

The Terrace Walls Going Up

Now for the work that is exact, such as installing the glass roofs, we then of course expect a firm price barring any changes on our part. In our minds the contractor should be able to take his measurements, know how much material he will need and his labor costs and be able to give us a firm price. This however has not been the case and we are constantly being asked for more money midway through the project, because something was measured wrong or more materials had to be purchased than originally quoted.

The Terrace Floor. What A Beautiful Tile Job

This way of doing business is something that we are not used to, but apparently from what I have read and am currently experiencing is quite common in Ecuador. Nobody wants to take the blame for their errors and will deny what they originally stated in their quote. We are constantly being told that “No that wasn’t included in the price.”

Another View Of The Tile Floor

The architects see it in a very different light. Our architects are a Father Son team, one being very experienced with very good connections. The other, fresh out of Architectural school, full of ideas and ready to sink his teeth into a good project. The Father having years of experience and working on many important projects for the City, brings to the table his own ideas about how things need to be done and a high regard for the original style of the structure.

The Tiles Being Grouted In

Sebastian, the Son doesn’t have a lot of experience under his belt, but he is attentive to our wishes and full of fresh ideas. It is our intention to preserve many of the architectural features and the facade of the house, but there are certain elements that we want to change and we need someone that is willing to see our vision while guiding us along the way.

Another Glass Roof Structure

Rod is our appointed spokesperson/project manager and is doing his best to keep on top of the project via emails, Skype and photos, but the stress is definitely taking its toll and the past two weeks have reflected everyones impatience and frustration. None of us are at our best lately and the tension has gotten the best of us. 

Laying Yet More Tile

We have also come to realize that a big part of the problem probably lies in the fact that we don’t speak the language. Yes we have Carlos to translate, but a lot of the nuances are lost in translation therefor resulting in a lot of miscommunication and or misunderstandings. I say just chalk it up to the two sides of the coin theory.

A Wonderful View Of The Church From The Terrace

In light of all the turmoil, surprisingly this has been a very productive week. Our terrace is almost complete and the workers have done a beautiful job on the brick and tile work. The crew that we have is fantastic and thus far has done a very professional  job. Of course the Terrace has now cost us almost seven times the original quote, but who’s counting?

Hand Notched Beams, No Nails Here

Next is the glass roof that goes over the courtyard. The frame has been built and the glass is ready to be installed. This particular contractor we hired ourselves and it turns out to be a bad decision on our part. This is one of those cases where something was measured wrong and the original quote shot up quite a bit. We’re holding our ground on this one and the contractor has agreed to finish the work for the original price he quoted, but not without a big argument ensuing with Carlos.

On top of everything else we received pictures last night showing the structure for the glass roof along with broken clay roof tiles around the base of the structure. Apparently the crew walked on our new tile roof without putting anything down to protect it and broke many of our new tiles. Rod has officially gone Postal now and I watch helplessly as the steam rises from his ears and he has a meltdown.

Our Newly Laid Roof Tiles Crushed By The Glass Man

There is a hopefully happy ending to this weeks saga though. It looks like we may have worked our differences out with our architects. It seems Sebastian’s Father may be moving to Quito to work on some projects and he has given Sebastian his blessing to take our project over and work with us. We are extremely happy to hear this news as we have always felt that Sebastian really understood our ideas and expectations as well as our desire to make this property something unique.

It is our hope that together we can see this project through to the end. One day Sebastian can tell his Grandchildren about the project he did for the Crazy Gringo’s and how he survived. That ought to be quite a story. Something tells me we will have many stories to share.

Battle Ecuador

This past weekend Rod, Lindsay and I went to see an action packed movie called “Battle Los Angeles” It was basically a story of a Marine platoon that faces off against an alien invasion in Los Angeles. The platoon runs into what seems like insurmountable obstacles at every turn, losing good men along the way. I can’t say I cared much for the movie, but it did give me the idea for this weeks post title.

Ever since we returned home after our last trip to Ecuador it has been an uphill battle with the property project. One of the first things we did when we got to Cuenca was shop around for another architect in order to get competing bids and to make sure that we were absolutely getting the best deal we could without compromising the work. Ultimately at the end of the day we decided that for several reasons, the architects we were currently working with were the best choice for us.

A Rendering Of What The Back Of The House
Will Look Like From The Garden Area

Much of our stay in Cuenca was devoted to fact finding and negotiations. We spent countless hours going over the plans and discussing with the architects how we wanted things designed. We spent a couple of days just looking at tile, flooring, fixtures and lighting. We talked about bringing our things over in a container versus downsizing considerably and only bringing what we can fit into suitcases. In the end we agreed it was best for us to ship a container, especially since we have such a huge space to fill.

Many Of The Building Materials Are Cheaper In The States.
We Will Be Loading Up Our Suitcases With Electrical Items
And Carrying Them To Ecuador.

There was a lot of discussion about costs of materials, labor and fees. It was  a battle to get any of the architects to give us a bid on the project so we would at least be able to put together a budget. No one seemed to want to commit to a bid, but we refused to move forward until we had one. Just days before we were to return to the States we were finally given bids and we were able to make our choices.

What Was Under The Ceilings In The Butler’s Pantry Yuk!
See The New Ceilings Further Down The Page.

We met our architects at the San Juan Hotel one evening so that we could show them the overall look that we were going for.We had a very long meeting going over the bid line by line and detail by detail, making sure we fully understood what we would be charged for. A word of warning...budgets and bids in Ecuador do not work the same as they do in the U.S. and contracts are a rarity. Even though we thought we had everything worked out and agreed upon, when we returned home once again things started to change.

Rod Couldn’t Stand The Suspense And Had to See What Was Under
The Column Facade. We Were Excited To Discover An Old Round Column Underneath With The Original Green Paint.

One thing we did decide upon while we were in Ecuador was that we needed someone at the house constantly overseeing the project, taking inventory of materials orders and making sure everything goes as it is supposed to...well at least close to what it is supposed to. Carlos had expressed an interest in this position, so we were happy to take him up on it. Carlos knows our expectations, he is bilingual, lives in Cuenca and has many connections and after everything we have been through together we now consider him family.

Mom Trying To Clean Up After Rod

Now that we have been home awhile we have already had numerous battles with the architect via Skype. Have you ever conferenced called on Skype with seven different people at once? It can get pretty hairy, especially when everyone is trying to talk at once and two different languages are being spoken. A conversation that would have normally taken an hour in person takes at least two if not more via Skype. Several nights a week we would hold our pow wows over the internet and end the night mentally drained and exhausted. If anyone has ever built or remodeled a house they know what I’m talking about. It’s hard enough in person much less in another country over the internet.

The Workers That Made Our Canales Did A Great Job.
Downspouts Will be Added.

The first phase of our project (the rooftop terrace and a portion of the ceilings) are nearing an end. Mom, Rod and I will be returning at the first part of May to prepare for the second phase, which will be plumbing and electrical. This will be when the house looks its worst as channels will be cut into the adobe walls to run the conduit and our floors will be pulled up in order to run the plumbing. Needless to say despite the daily barrage of photos that we receive from Carlos documenting the daily progress, it will still be tense the first time we walk back into the house and get to actually see the progression first hand.

We Had Already Decided To Replace The Wood Flooring Throughout The House And The Carpenter Wasn’t To Pleased That We Insisted On Using The Wood Floors To Make The New Ceilings Instead Of Buying Him New Wood. The Crew Was Pulling Up Flooring From Everywhere And Almost Ran Out At The End.

In Order To Keep As Many of The Original Elements As Possible, We Came Up With The Idea Of Re-Purposing The Wood Flooring And Using It On The Ceilings. After It Is Stained It Is Absolutely Beautiful And A Big Money Saver.

It looks like after the terrace is finished and our plans are approved, we will

become our own contractors and hire workers and carpenters on an individual as needed basis. Our luck with architects thus far has not been to fruitful and the stress level may end up putting us in the hospital where we will never get to enjoy our Ecuador house.

This Is Hard Manual Labor, Hoisting A Few Bricks Up At A Time To Build The Walls On The Terrace.

Hoisting The Cement A Bucket At A Time To The Terrace

Pouring The Cement On The Terrace A Bucket At A Time

Laying The Foundation For The Terrace

For those of you hanging on the edge of your seat. It is now official. Our house is not the Arch Bishops house. The Arch Bishop lived next door and his brother who was a priest lived in our house. Still makes a good story. Unfortunately we still do not know the whereabouts of our alter piece. It went missing sometime after our September trip and has not been seen since. Mom and I are just sick over losing our alter as it was such an important part of the house and we had to fight to have it sold with the house in the first place. Sigh...another battle another day.