Pasto

We got to fly to Pasto today. From what I can gather, there is only one flight into the region of Narino each day. The flight was beautiful but a little nerve racking. We really landed on a cliff. I happened to be sitting on the side of the plane where I could see the drop off. It was really pretty. We flew past an active volcano and we could have seen it if we could have understood spanish. By the time we knew what they were talking about, we were past the volcano. After we landed we traveled on a long, twisty road to Pasto. It is a city in the middle of nowhere of about 400,000 people. The drive here was really interesting, most of the places we passed were simple shacks built into a cliff. The drive was about 45 minutes and the cab driver charged us about $14.00. The place we are staying at has three other families that have also adopted. They are all French. It made for a very interesting supper. They knew a little English, and we both knew a little Spanish, so that is how we communicated for the evening. We are meeting the girls tomorrow at 2:30.