I can still remember watching the ‘Fasten Your Seat Belt’ sign come on.  As the plane began to descend through the clouds, never would I forget my first glimpse of the Andes Mountains.  As the wheels of the plane hit the runway, my stomach was filled with butterflies as we landed at the tiny airport in Quito, Ecuador.  As a summer missionary, I experienced so many ‘firsts.’ Riding on a train to the coastal city of Guayaquil, seeing bananas,  ...