The first 4 months of my new adventure in San Clemente EC



My new Cedula

My new Retiree Visa in my passport
 

I’ve been a pretty busy boy since I last posted.  I applied for, and received, my permanent Ecuador Retiree Visa, which is pasted into my U.S. passport, and my Cedula, which is the national ID card.  Now I can stay in the country for as long as I want to, or as long as they'll let me.  The process was pretty easy because I'd done all the necessary paperwork in the states before hand.  That included getting a copy of my birth certificate, a 5 year police background check, and a letter guaranteeing that I have an income of at least $800 a month.  They all needed to be certified (called an Apostille) by the Secretary of State office in the issuing state.  My friend David here in Ecuador had the documents translated into Spanish and he took me to the various offices to get them processed and accepted.  The entire process took about 5 weeks.  For the next 2 years beginning this past July I can't leave the country form more than 90 days a year.  After those 2 years I can leave for up to 6 months.  That was a big load off my shoulders! 

Jumping off the cliff in Crucita!!!

Besides trying to settle in to my new life in Ecuador since moving here in June July found me going with friends to the nearby seaside town of Crucita to tandem paraglide for the first, and definitely not the last, time.  So much fun! Each ride consisted of the wind pulling us off the 500 foot cliff and soaring above the Pacific for 20 minutes.  I love anything to do with flying.  Five of us went and 4 of us took to the air.  What made it really nice was the free beer after all of our flights were completed.

Crawfish Boil!!!

Next was a crawfish boil on July 26^th put on at Casa Punta Bikini by chefs Jimmy and Dean, both Louisiana boys.  These were not your normal stateside crawfish but Australian Red Claw Crawfish which are HUGE!!!  Some of them were almost 10 inches long and look more like small lobsters.  Boiled in Cajun spices and served with corn on the cob and red potatoes.  I’m a big fan of mudbugs and these were DELICIOUS!!!  Note:  Not all of the shells in front of me were mine but I certainly ate my share!  I can’t wait for the next boil…

 

I also went on a whale watching boat tour for a couple of hours to see the Humpback Whales that follow the coast from June to September.  Sorry no pics because my batteries died just after we left shore.  Pictures don't do it justice anyway. You'll just have to come down and see it for yourself.  The boat held 12 of us and we got a couple spectacular shows.  One whale breached and others did tail and fluke slaps.  They are magnificent animals and we all had a great time watching them frolic right the San Clemente shoreline.

I had to book an unexpected 30 day trip back to the states for the entire month of August. My friend Sheila, who I met soon after I moved to Belize, has been suffering some very serious health issues the past few years and I’ve been awfully worried about her.  I actually lived with her for a couple of months when she retired and moved to Punta Gorda BZ.  She was only there a short time when her mom became very ill and she had to travel to Ohio to help her out.  Well Sheila got very sick soon after and really hasn’t had a good health day since and it’s been about 3 years.  She was scheduled a few months ago for surgery and I asked if I could come and help her out when she was released.  She agreed and I scheduled 3 weeks in Houston to help her get healthy and 10 days in Orlando to see my kids and friends.  Well nothing went as planned.  Sheila suffered additional severe problems and went back into the hospital almost immediately, where she remained until 3 weeks after I left her.  Needless to say it was a very stressful visit but I was so glad to be able to spend the time with her.  I hated leaving with her still in the hospital but I can only be out of Ecuador for a certain amount of time over the next 2 years so I have to be careful.  My stay in Orlando started out great but the last several days found me in the hospital too.  I was brought to the hospital by ambulance with chest pains. The 1^st thing they discovered was that I had very low potassium, which they treated me for, but the testing also revealed 3 artery blockages as well.  I already have doctor appointments in December when I return to see what needs to be done.

I’ve now finished all of my major purchases for my home and can relax and settle into a normal daily life once my furniture is delivered next week.  I wanted a new bicycle to replace the one that I sold before I left Hopkins and wanted a few pieces of furniture to personalize my home.

On Wednesday 9/10 I met up with a friend, a local Ecuadorian lady named Karla, who I asked to help me do some major shopping, acting as my translator. Since I still speak exactly zip Spanish I wanted to make sure that I was making myself understood in the local shops so that I could get exactly what I wanted.  The night before I’d asked her to accompany me in my quest for rattan furniture and a new bicycle and she readily agreed. Let me back up a second. Karla is also my dentist, who I met when I needed a root canal, and just replaced the temporary crown that I’d swallowed.  She’s a very nice, fun, lady.   And I'll tell you what, if I'd had a dentist in the states as good looking as she is I'd have definitely gone more often!  Anyway…plans were made to meet in the bus station in Portoviejo where she lives and travel a few miles to the town of Montecristi, famous for their Panama hats, and where the rattan furniture is woven.  Since my 2 living areas are outside and open semi-open to the elements I wanted something that could take the humidity of a beach town and not be too easily affected if it got a bit of rain on it.  So rattan is the way to go.  I was in search of a couch, 2 chairs (I was looking for 2 but the package I selected came with 3 so 1 might go upstairs with the love seat), and a coffee table for the main floor and a love seat and coffee table for my private are upstairs.   First stop though was a sweetshop that I had visited on another trip where I knew I could get my 6 shot espresso (called expresso on their menu).  Hey what a way to start the day right?!  So we sat for a few minutes and enjoyed our drinks, Karla a Frappuccino and me the 6 shot, before all the walking we were about to do.  Soon though it was off to find the little factory stores where they weave the rattan furniture.  Karla asked for directions and we were pointed toward a street a few blocks away.  We basically shopped 2 stores, looking at shapes and colors and sizes.  Neither store was open to haggling much on the price but the in 2^nd store I got the 2^nd coffee table for almost free so they won my business.  Grand total of $870 plus $30 home delivery.  Now that may sound like a lot but this stuff is very sturdily built.  I chose the natural color without the high gloss finish because I like that better than the shiny stuff.  Plus the natural color is about the same shade as the windblown dust here in San Clemente so it won’t show the dust as much.  When asked how long to deliver we were told 7-8 days.  I was expecting 2 weeks or more so we’ll see.

After we finished Karla asked if I’d like to do a little sightseeing.  Me, I’m always up for that so she stopped a cab and gave him our destination which turned out to be the Mausoleo for Eloy Alfaro, Museum, and Artisanal Exhibitions & Marketplace way up the hill from us.  Quite a cool place!  Click on the link to read about what it offers.  We spent about an hour their touring the exhibits and the mausoleum before surrendering to hunger sated at a restaurant that my gringo friends all raved about.   La Trattoria de Gabriela did not disappoint!!!  I was impressed with their menu selection and had trouble settling on what I wanted.  I chose an antipasto for an appetizer for us of and for lunch Karla selected lasagna with chicken in a creamy sauce and I the penne pasta del mar, also in a cream sauce. I also ordered a ½ liter of sangria which we shared and she a lemonade.  Quite a delicious meal!  I know I’ll be back again to sample some of their other menu items.

 

My new bike "Karla"

After that we were back on the bus to Portoviejo to look for my bike.  I’d seen a few in the department stores but I was looking for one made of aluminum to withstand the slat air and that I could ride on the beach without it rusting out from under me.  So we went from bike store to bike store comparing prices.  The 3^rd store had the best price of them all so that’s where my search ended.  It’s a 7 speed fully aluminum, including the spokes, job that fit me very well.  A bit pricey but then some things are more expensive here than in the states.  Anyway I’m happy with it.  I named it “Karla” as sort of a thank you to her for all her help.  I know I would have had a much harder time with everything if she wasn’t there.  

When we were eating lunch I talked of fishing in Belize and Karla mentioned that she’d like to go fishing with me so we’re going a week from this Thursday (on 9/18) here in SC.  It’s time to break out my rods anyway.  My friends Butch and Joyce want to go soon too.  Time to get back into the swing of things and learn the best placed to fish and the best time(s) of the day.

 

The "Copper Virgin" prominently displayed in the center of town

Last week was a big week in San Clemente.  They celebrated the patron saint of fisherman here, the Copper Madonna.  The celebration consisted of a 9 night novena, a street parade, lots of loud music until almost dawn, plenty of great food and drink, fireworks, and most importantly the adoration of the saint and blessing of the fisherman and their boats.  The streets were packed!  Friday, Saturday, and Sunday were the big days. Saturday 9/6 was the parading of the statue of the saint on the beach past all of the fishermen and their boats as well as through some of the street.  There was also a 2 day surfing competition down at Punta Bikini (the point that ends at the Pacific).  The surfers got some pretty good rides on some not so spectacular waves.  I don’t know who won it though.  All in all a great time was had by all.  Now the village is back to its usual quiet self again.

As a side note:  The original Panama hat is not made in Panama.  It’s made in Ecuador.  I’ve seen them being made in a couple small shops in Montecristi.   Here’s the real story…

As always, practice peace!  This is the Fatboy signing off for now!!!

My 1st week living in Ecuador

Things have been moving along here in San Clemente quite swimmingly since I moved here a mere 8 days ago.  As I stated in my last post about my time in Orlando things have been falling into place for me to begin my new adventure here.  I expected to be batted in the head at some point by Murphy’s Law bit that has not been the case and I am so pleased.

First I want to thank 4 people who have made my move so easy to this point.  First is Heinz, the man that I rented from when I came for my 45 day “living” stay in Feb/Mar, made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.  I had emailed him to see if the apartment was available again and he told me no but that I was welcome to stay in a room in his house as long as I needed to while I looked for a place, and for free.  I’ve been very comfortable here and will actually hate to leave.

Second is John & Mary who befriended me 1^st on an Ecuador Expats page before I even arrived in Ecuador the 1^st time back in November and who have helped me so much in a number of ways from then until now.  When I left Ecuador in March they stored everything that I’d brought with me from Belize so that it was less that I had to move as well as the few household items that I bought while living in the apartment.  They took me to all the shopping areas so I was familiar with where to buy my fruits and veggies as well as the 2 big grocery stores where I could buy everything else.  You have no idea how big a help that was to me.

Lastly to David who agreed to help me obtain my Retiree Residency Visa.  As I obtained the necessary documents in the U.S. I had them scanned in and I emailed them to him to have them translated into Spanish so everything would be in order when I got there.  I only had 15 days left on my initial 90 day visa so I wanted to have everything ready so I could jump right into that process.  He also made a visit to one of the offices to ensure that the police background check that I obtained was sufficient for their needs. Had it not been I was looking at another 45 days or so in the states while I waited for an FBI background check. The FBI website said the request would take 28 calendar days and then I figured that it would take up to 2 more weeks while I sent it off to the U.S. Secretary of State office in Virginia.  But my FL County Sheriff’s Office was sufficient. So anyway, seven days after I arrived in country he took me to Manta where we visited the offices that I needed to visit for additional documentation, approvals, and notary stamp and finally to the office where I submitted my application for residency.  His knowledge of the process made it so easy for me that when he asked how difficult the process was on a scale of one to ten with one being the least I told him that it was a zero.  I had all of my paperwork in hand and approved within 2-3/4 hours.  Now I have to wait up to 30 days for the paperwork to make its way through the bureaucracy and for the call to return to have my visa entered into my passport.  Within 30 days after that I have to apply for my Cedula (the paper that all Ecuadorians and resident expats have to carry) and he will help me with that too.  He also took me to see several houses and apartments that he knew were for rent in an effort to find a place to call home.  Without these people I would have been in knocking my head against the wall for quite a while in order to get to the point that I am now.

Now on to what I’ve been up to since arriving on the 7^th.  When I arrived at the airport in Guayaguil I was met by Ramon, who’d driven me around in Feb on various errands, and driven to San Clemente.  Instead of having to spend a night in a hotel there and taking a 5 hour bus trip the next day I was in Casa Punta Bikini within 3-1/2 hours of arriving in the country.  Next was beginning the process of searching for a new home.  A day or 2 after arriving, and resting up from my trip, I met Ingo at Heinz’ house, who was renting the apartment below.  He took me around to a couple tiendas (small stores) and asked the owners if they knew of any houses for rent.  We saw a few that were well below the standards that I set and then we met a man who Ingo told that I was looking for a “gringo style” home.  He took us down a small street and though a gate.  I immediately felt at home and that this was the house that I wanted.  It’s a 2 story brick home built in the last 2 years or so.  The downstairs was a large open sitting area and kitchen with a ½ bath.  I immediately saw the possibilities!  The upstairs was completely tiled and had 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms with a large balcony on the front of the house.  All the bedrooms have double beds and sliding glass doors to the balcony.  We called the owner and made arrangements for him to come to town to discuss price on Saturday.  Saturday came and he and his wife arrived and we discussed monthly rental.  He started out high and we started low.  The most I wanted to pay was $400.  He started at $500.  Ingo spoke for me since my Spanish language skills are still close to nil.  The conversations on both sides were pretty animated at times and I figured that there was no chance for an agreement.  But we talked some more and his wife became the primary for their side of the discussion.  We assured him that I wasn’t a gringo that was going to fill the house with people and have constant parties.  Me, I’m looking for a nice quiet life just like I lived these past years in Belize.  So anyway I had Ingo give him my final offer and they said they would go home and discuss it together.  Today, Sunday, in the midst of the Soccer World Cup, that has the streets quiet and deserted here since Saturday, Ingo received the call that they accepted my offer.  So we are to meet this week and sign a contract.  I should be moving in in July 1^st and I’m a happy Fatboy!

This being South America soccer is a religion.  Everyone, including the expats, plan to sit in front of TVs at home, in friend’s homes, and bars to watch the 3 games a day for the next couple of weeks.  I’ve never been a big fan of soccer but I sat with Heinz and saw my 1^st ever full soccer game on Saturday.  Actually I watched all 4 of them.  Today we watched the Ecuador match against Switzerland and I was as disappointed as everyone in San Clemente, and I’m sure all of Ecuador, when the home team lost their match.  Heinz decided that he wanted to BBQ ribs and potato salad so we made the early morning trip to Charapato for the meat and veggies.  I love that place.  What an experience.  I’d been there several times when I was here last so was excited to go.  Anyway, between games we ate dinner and headed back to the TV for game 2 after we were done.  A few minutes later Ingo came up this the good news about the house.  Now I’m a soccer fan and am on cloud 9 about having a place to call home soon.

Most, if not all of you, know I was having blood pressure issues while I was in the states.  As a matter of fact I’m in Ecuador against my doctor’s advice.  But I assured them that as soon as I left the country and got back to Ecuador it would drop. I told him that my BP wasn’t an issue in Belize as I had it monitored there the entire time I lived there and that it was only a problem when I was back in the states with all the stresses of normal that affected me when I was there.  Well it dropped almost 90 points as soon as I got here.  Now with the stress points of obtaining my visa and finding a house it will drop more.  I’ll monitor my pressure for another week and then contact him with the results and possibly reduce the amount of medicine that I’m taking to control it.  My peaceful and stress free life here will be nothing but beneficial to my health and wellbeing as I resume my fishing and laying in my hammock.

So that’s how my 1^st week living permanently in Ecuador closed out.  

The Fatboy In Ecuador signing in!!!

I’m now living in San Clemente Ecuador!  It officially became my home on Friday June 7^th at around 9:30pm when I arrived here from the airport.  So let my new adventure begin!

I did really well on the sale of my belongings in Belize and even sold things that I thought would never sell.  I should have remembered back to the yard sales I’d had in my previous life and remembered that if you put it out someone was going to buy it.  “One man’s junk is another man’s treasure…”  Luckily a lot of people paid with good old American cash so my conundrum over where was I ever going to be able to change Belize dollars into American was made easier. Trish was practically begging guests, the beer and soda delivery trucks, and anyone else she ran across to help ease my pain and she did REALLY well.  That and a few business owner friends helped drop my Belize cash to a level that I could easily handle. I knew that I was going to travel to Cancun by bus for my flight so that would use up some of it as would my last few days of living in Belize. I did however make it to Orlando with $100 Belize which I sent to friends who will use it next time they visit there.  Anyway,  after all the running around I’d done on my last days in Hopkins I was pretty beat.  So I planned to leave 11 days prior to my flight and take that time for a holiday in Playa Del Carmen.  I wasn’t up to that long 14 hour 3 bus ride to Cancun, and because I’d made a fair chunk of money on my garage sale I decided to fly to there.  So I booked my flight from Dangriga to Belize City International and then to Cancun on Tropic air.  I left Hopkins on the 7am bus and was in Cancun by 1:30pm and in my hotel in Playa by 3.  What a difference traveling that way was!  Five hours versus 14 hours!  And I wasn’t anywhere as worn out as I usually was after those long bus rides.  And hey, I deserved it!

So 11 days of sitting around Playa doing absolutely nothing really did me a world of good. I knew that my trip to Orlando was going to be both mentally and physically challenging so I needed the rest to prepare myself for it.  I did venture out of the tourist areas a few days and took collectivo buses all over the place.  Saw the huge apartment complexes that the locals live in, stores they shop, and restaurants they eat in.  That last sentence fragment about the restaurants was the best surprise of all.  I found 4 restaurants that blew away any of the places I’d ever eaten on all of my trips to Playa including the blue cheese bacon burger at the Tequila Barrel Sports Bar.  My favorite stop was a seafood café that made THE BEST seafood soup.  It was made thicker than a normal soup by the addition of white Mexican cheese.  And I added a small plate of rice to it so it was a meal fit for a Fatboy.  My second favorite made an outstanding Mole (pronounced molay for those that don’t know) Chicken, which is a chocolate based sauce.  Now you all know that I am a chocoholic so this dish was right up my alley.  And the cost of my meals in these 4 cafes was $4 or less including a fruit drink.  You can’t beat that!  I also met an American doctor lady in a clinic that invited me out to dinner and we ended up sharing a couple of dinners and a movie before she left.  That was a nice unexpected interlude.

So anyway the day of my flight came and flying JetBlue (I love that airline!) I was in Orlando in 2-1/4 hours and through immigration and customs and on the road with my rental car in another an hour.  Things were coming too easy I was thinking and somewhere Mr. Murphy would rear his ugly head and things would come to a crashing halt.  Well it only got better from there!  Well, that is until I hit the VA clinic 10 days or so before I left.  That’s for later though.  Back to my original train of thought. I retrieved a packet of mail from a friend of my son Rich, who moved a few weeks before to the Philadelphia area.  In it I found a copy of my birth certificate that he’d forwarded on to the IL Secretary of State office for me and I’d forgotten about.  I had my 1^st Apostille in my hand!

To digress a bit for those who didn’t read my last posting.  My trip to Orlando was strictly for paper work that I needed to obtain my Ecuador Retiree Visa.  I needed a copy of my birth certificate, a 5 year police background check from the county that I lived in for the past 5 years (did you pick up on that?), and a letter guaranteeing that I had an income of at least $800 per month.  They all require what I consider to be a super-notarization. It has something to do with some international agreement that a bunch of countries signed including the U.S. and Ecuador.  I also had to have the financial letter approved by an Ecuadorian Embassy.  So, since I’ve been living in Florida for the past 5 years (get it yet?) and the address on my FL driver’s license said that I lived in Orlando I had to visit the Orange County Sheriff’s Office for my background check.  All Ecuador wants to know is that a person hasn’t been arrested and convicted of a crime.  I’m not sure how minor an offence it would take to deem a person unworthy of living in Ecuador but that wouldn’t pose a problem for me.  I’d been a good boy in Florida those past 5 years.  I was expecting that document to take a couple of days but within 15 minutes I had it in my hand. Next was trip to the Social Security office for my financial guarantee letter. Again I’m still waiting for Mr. Murphy to bang me on the head.  My problem here was that it had my Hopkins address on it.  Why, if I was living in Orlando, would my letter ever have a Belize address?  I was thinking that this would put a wrinkle in my Ecuador plans.  When I was called to the window to get my letter I asked the agent what I needed to do to change the address on the letter.  He told me that I needed to do it on their website and when I asked how long it would take to go into effect he said 24-48 hours.  So I said that I would cancel the letter request and go home and change the address and come back when it was done.  He asked why and I told him what I was doing.  He picked up my driver’s license that I’d given him as id and asked if the address on it was my current address.  Yep says I and he commences to typing in my Orlando address.  (I’ve always used my son Rich’s address as my U.S. address while living in Belize.)  He didn’t have to do that but he was a nice guy and did it anyway.  Done, printed, and on my way!  Things are getting accomplished too easily I’m thinking but I’m loving it none the less.  Now I venture off to the courthouse in Winter Park FL to apply for a new passport.  Since I had to obtain a monthly visa renewal stamp in Belize, and since I might have been there for at least a day every month, I had plenty of them.  Plus I travelled quite a bit and had stamps from every Central American country and MX so 40 of the 57 stamp pages were full.  I figured I might as well get a new clean one so there was no question about where I lived these past 5 years as well as giving me plenty of space for new stamps from South America.  Almost $200 and an hour later (I expedited it because I wanted it as soon as possible) I was walking out the door.  Next is a trip to Tallahassee FL to visit the FL Secretary of State office for the Apostilles on my police report and finance letter.  I didn’t want to chance anything getting lost in the mail.  My brother Dave lives a couple hours west of Tally in Gulf Breeze, right near Pensacola FL so I planned a trip to visit him for a couple of days.  I wasn’t sure how long it would take the state bureaucracy to do their job so I thought I could drop it off there, have a visit, and pick them up on my way back home.  I found out that my brother Tom, who lives outside of Chicago was coming down to Dave’s for a visit too so that made it all the more pleasant a trip.  Well I showed up at the Secretary of State’s office and was told that the notary in my credit union didn’t notarize my police report and SS letter properly and that I needed to go have it renotarized.  Well here comes Murphy I’m thinking.  So I asked where in town I could have it done and she says hold on and goes and gets her notary stamp and does it for me and for free!  My government providing a service that they didn’t need to do and doing it for free???  And for the 2^nd time in 2 different offices?!  I was getting light headed!  I was in and out of Tallahassee with my last 2 documents Apostilled in less than an hour.  All I needed now was to visit (again I’m not mailing anything) the Ecuador Embassy in Miami to get them to approve my financial document.  My visit with Dave and family was enjoyable.  Lots of laughing and eating and more laughing and eating for 3 days.  I spent the weekend in Orlando and then headed for Miami on Memorial Day so I could be 1^st in line at the Embassy when it opened Tuesday morning.  I’d booked 3 days hotel just to be on the safe side.  Nice hotel in Miami Beach and great Cuban food nearby.  Tuesday morning 9am I’m in the Embassy and I present my document to the man at the counter.  He takes a look at both pages and asks where the Spanish translation pages are.  Huh???  It didn’t say anything about that on their website.  I think I’m hearing Murphy laughing somewhere behind me.  Where the heck am I going to find a place to do that?  At the bank at the opposite side of the building says he.  So I walk to the bank and ask the lady at the desk about translation services.  Yep says she but it takes 24 hours and costs $25.  Not a problem says me!  So back to the beach and a day of reading, smoking cigars, and Cuban food.  Back to the bank at 10am the next morning (I slept in) and low and behold my translation is complete and she notarizes my signature on that one.  Two minutes later I’m back visiting the man at the counter in the Embassy.  He takes my paperwork and sends me to a seat.  Two hours later a woman comes out a door and calls my name and hands me my paperwork.  “Welcome to Ecuador” she says!  Dang this is too easy!  I actually had everything done is less than 2 weeks. 

I had a great time visiting family and friends in Orlando.  LOTS of my favorite alcoholic beverage Draft Guinness Stout and my usual “must eat” list to work through.  This trip I ate more Cajun and Cuban food than I normally do and loved every bite of it.  Maggiano’s Little Italy, Hollerback’s Willow Tree (German), 4 Rivers Smokehouse (mine and my daughter Carrie’s favorite BBQ joint), West End Trading Company (a bar with 2-4-1 drinks from noon-9pm so $2.50 Guinness and $2.50 Irish Whiskey shots), Red Robin (new to Orlando and some of the best burgers in town plus unlimited steak fries) just to name a few.  This is the only trip in 6 back to Orlando where I didn’t hit Denny’s or IHOP but no great lose because there’s the Breakfast Club in Casselberry that serves great breakfast and lunch at ridiculously low prices.  I also had my Chicago Dogs at Chubby’s Hot Dog in Maitland and Sonic, subs and pizza from a number of places.  Found a REALLY good Chinese buffet that had raw oysters at dinner time and great food all day. And…plenty of 6 shot espresso and Cuban coffee!  So I was able to accomplish all of my list this trip. I also spent a night sleeping on Cocoa Beach with my friend Elizabeth after watching an evening rocket launch from Cape Canaveral.  That was really great! The things that I truly missed though were fishing and lying in my hammock for an afternoon read and nap.  I plan to make up for lost time now that I’m in EC.

Now comes the fun part.  I’d been thinking about applying for VA medical benefits for a while now to have several new and old infirmities checked on.  For the past 5 years I’ve had to rely on the Hopkins Village clinic, except for my couple day hospital visit Christmas time 2012 for…high blood pressure.  So I wanted to get myself checked out to see how I was fairing living in a 3^rd world country for those years.  I knew I needed a copy of my DD-214 (military release papers that document your service and any medals you’ve earned) and had on in hand.  I wondered how long it would take to get approval and get an appointment with a doctor?  There is a VA clinic right near where I was staying.  It was originally the old Orlando Naval Training Center base hospital and after the base closed it remained as a VA hospital and they opened a clinic as well.   So why not collect some of the benefits I’m entitled to for the 4 years and 10 months that I served in the Navy?  Meanwhile the news was covering the plight of veterans in AZ dying while on a waiting list for treatment at VA facilities there.  Based on the news it didn’t sound like I was going to get any help while I was in the states on this trip. But I could try.  So I show up at the clinic on a Friday morning and found my way to enrollment and sit until my number is called.  I presented my DD-214 to the lady sitting behind the desk as she’s looking it over I ask how hard it is to get approved for medical benefits.  She looked at me and said, “Vietnam service and your awards automatically qualify you.”  She told me that I would be in the system Monday morning and I’d be called on Tuesday to schedule my 1^st appointment. Huh again? What?  My government working at what to would make a snail laugh?  Something’s wrong here.  Tuesday rolls around and I get my scheduling call.  I had to wait a whole 2 days for my 1^st set of appointments.  I was scheduled for an 8am introduction to the VA Healthcare system at 8am, a 9am lab visit where they took what seemed to be an awful lot of blood (12 vials), 1pm with a nurse for health history and vitals, and a 2pm initial doctor visit.  My day comes and I arrive in time and meetings and appointments are right no time, sort of.  That was until I get to the nurse for vitals.  She took my blood pressure and starting saying, “On my!”  (a pause to take it again) and “Oh my!” and then looks at me and gets quiet.  “What’s up?” I asked and she asked if I felt alright.  “Yep, why?”  “I’m waiting to see if you’re going to stroke out or have a heart attack.  Your blood pressure was 220/125 and the top number was 10 points higher the 2^nd time.  Not good!”  So she calls the doctor and he rushes me in for an EKG.  I didn’t think that was the right test but the result made her feel better.  I get back into the exam room and along comes the doctor and he begins giving me my test results.  High BP, type 2 diabetes, no change in my PSA numbers for my prostate cancer, and slightly high bad cholesterol.  I counter the high BP with reading that I get in Belize versus the readings I get when I’m in the states and that I’m sure I’ll have once I get to Ecuador… “What?  You’re leaving the country?  When?”  “A week from Saturday.”  “No you aren’t. “  “Yes I am.”  “We’ll see”   So off to the pharmacy for a BP monitor, a new knee brace; and BP, diabetes and cholesterol meds.  I opened the package when I got to the car too see what treasures I’d received and then threw them in the back seat.  When I got home I tossed the med bag on the bathroom counter figuring I’d start everything in the morning.  Morning comes and I’m light the cholesterol meds.  Back to the clinic for a walk-in appointment with the nurse (which I heard in the welcome meeting that it could always be a lengthy wait) after checking with the pharmacy and lost and found to see if anyone had turned them in.  It’s a different nurse this time and I asked for a BP check while she’s waiting for the doctor to call her back that he’s reordered my med.  On goes the cuff, my arm explodes into numbness from her blowing it up and roll go her eyes.  I laughed and said, “Not you too?!”  She asked what I was talking about and I told her about the reaction of the nurse the day before and asked if she was waiting for me to stroke out too.  So she calls the doctor again and they speak and I get not only the reissue of the cholesterol med but a doubling of the original BP med.  Home for the weekend and time with my kids and friends, crossing off more of my “must eat list:” and getting my fill of Guinness because Ecuador, like Belize doesn’t have draft Guinness. They do however have a pretty good craft dark beer on tap at Meyer’s in town. Meanwhile I’m taking my BP twice a day and entering it on a form the 2^nd nurse gave me and go back on Monday like I was told to do.  My BP reading is still over 220 on the top so I get another, stronger, BP med and a water pill.  See what they are worried about is not so much that my BP is so high but that it’s so spikey.  The top number ranged anywhere from 201-260 and the bottom number from 100-140.  Both the nurse and the doctor said that the spikey readings were more dangerous than if my BP was at a constant high level.  And they’re still fighting me over my plan to leave the country.  Again I promised them that my BP would go back to normal once I left the country and got back to the beach. It started dropping to under 200 over the next couple of days.  Well my friends I’m in San Clemente and my BP is already dropping!  My numbers have dropped to 140+-/95+- and it was a few points lower when  woke up this morning.  Hmmm go figure…

I was carried about 170 pounds of stuff between my big suitcase, a big duffle, my backpack and my laptop bag from Belize and all of it was going to EC.  None of my luggage exceeded the 50 pound weight limit (I bought a scale at Walmart and weighed my luggage the night before my flight and returned the scale for a refund on the way to the airport).  I had to take some clothing out of my suitcases in order to add more important spices that I need for cooking but it didn’t matter because the counter person at COPA Airlines never even looked at the scale when he was taking my bags.  He did ask me if I had a return ticket to the U.S. or a residency card for Ecuador though which supposedly is a requirement when you are leaving the U.S.  I told him no but that I had an approved financial letter and showed it to him and he accepted that as proof of residency.   I was also pleasantly surprise not to have to pay $70 for my 2^nd checked bag like the airline website said I would.  All in all what I thought would be a paperwork nightmare turned into almost a pleasant experience and the only visit that Murphy’s Law exposed me to was having to replace my rental car in Pensacola because of a cut in a tire that couldn’t be repaired.  That set me back about 4 hours but hey, if that’s the worst of it (and it was) I can deal with it.  Maybe Murph was on vacation or figured that I’d suffered enough of his fun.  Who knows?  I did thank him for not interfering.

My flight to Ecuador took me through Panama and we had an interesting landing there.  Everything was fine until the final decent.  Somewhere around 500 feet from landing the plane suffered several sharp left and right pushes and a few pretty quick short drops.  And when the wheels hit the runway I swear we did a couple of S turns too.  Nice bit of flying by the crew!  When I got close to the flight deck I was going to compliment them on the nice landing but the cockpit door was still closed.  I jokingly said to the steward that they must be in there changing their shorts after that landing and he started laughing and shaking his head yes.  Too funny!  I took full advantage of the usual 4 hour wait time for my next flight and headed to Duty Free for a liter of Irish Cream (Carmel and coffee flavored) and 2 liters of Bailey's to go along with the 50 cigars I was carrying.  Got to have my creature comforts!  I also sat with a 6 shot espresso and an almond biscotti watching some TV that I'd downloaded.  All in all a very restful delay.

The flight landed a few minutes early and I was out of Ecuador immigration and customs in 15 minutes and waited 5 more for my ride to San Clemente.  With all of that heavy luggage I didn’t want to have to take the bus as I did on my previous visits.  It also saved me a night in a hotel, which I usually did because my flights all got in at 5:30pm.  Too late for a 5 hour bus ride.  My private ride took all of 3 hours and I was sitting with Libby at Casa Punta Bikini where I spent the night.  (Looks who’s in the picture at Punta Bikini.  It’s the Fatboy on a previous stay!)   I love that hostel and Libby is such a great host.  I had a great sleep and in the morning I shared my magic coffee elixir with her…a shot of Bushmill’s Irish Whiskey and a shot of Bailey’s Irish Cream in our coffee and she made us a tasty breakfast.  What a way to start my new adventure!  AND the right way too!  My friend John (of John & Mary Mac) arranged for a cycle taxi to take me and my gear to Heinz’ house (I rented his apartment when I was here for my 45 day “live in EC” visit earlier in the year but it’s rented already) as he is letting me stay in his spare bedroom while I look for a home.  Mary had invited me to dinner on Sunday just before I arrived in country and John did his magic with his smoker and we enjoyed beef shish kabobs and all the fixins.  It was a great way to end my 1^st full day in Ecuador.

It was very hard leaving my friends in Belize but I was and am very excited about starting a new life and a new adventure and making new friends in Ecuador.  Now it’s time to start the Visa process, and find a permanent place to live, and settle in. David, Libby’s son who also moved here, is helping me resolve both.  He’s been a font of great information on the Visa process.  As I received documentation and Apostilles I would scan them in and email them to him to have them translated into Spanish and have them per-reviewed to get a possible read on whether or not they were acceptable.  The only thing that he came back with was that I might need a broader police report because the one I had from the Sheriff’s Office stated that I hadn’t been arrested in Orland County and not the state or the country.  He suggested that I might get one from FL or and FBI report.  Trouble with those is that the Sheriff’s report takes 14 calendar days and the FBI 28 calendar days plus the delay for Apostille.  So I was looking at possibly spending another month or so in the states.  I was ready to leave for my new home after 2 weeks and I REALLY didn’t want to wait that long.  So he and I decided to work with what we had and let the chips fall where they may.  The good thing is that when you start the Visa process the clock stops on your current Visa.  You get 90 days to use with the next calendar year.  I’d already been here for 2-1/2 months on 2 visits so I should be ok.  But, and I’m not sure because I haven’t checked, the Immigration officer might have given me a new 90 day Visa so I shouldn’t have a time constraint problem if I need to send for an FBI report and Apostille.  Maybe Murphy won’t be back from vacation yet to have some fun with my Visa application.  I hope that’s the case…

This is the Fatboy In Belize signing out and the Fatboy in Ecuador signing in!!!

 

On the beach with a cigar.  Life can't get much better!