This is it. My last evening in South America. I get on my plane in near seven hours. I'm nervous. If something goes wrong I can't call easily to have it fixed. Thankfully I have two weeks before I'm supposed to be back at school in Arcata, so I have a little leeway. Usually I'm way more comfortable flying, but everything about this trip seems different. But hey, I'll be way improved *once* I make it through this.
My last week of classes went well. My finals were scary, but my final grades are good. I said goodbye to the kids I worked with at the Museum on Tuesday. This was a sad goodbye, but I have plenty of photos and some great memories, and the kids do too. Along with their piles of English worksheets they'd done.
The last day of classes was pretty much a party. My grammar teacher, Tatiana, had us all in group one wearing blue. We reckon she wanted us to come off really good in the open house cause we were group one out of three. It was pretty disorganized, but everyone got their information across to those interested. I talked about how I liked Ecuador so much because it is a small country, but there is so much biodiversity in both people and their cultures as well as the plants and animals they share space with. I connected it to my experience here, how I had so many different families, at UTE, my pasantia, with the Robles, and the HSU students. All were connected though, like this country itself. Then I would answer any questions I was asked. Later there was a big potluck, they gave us all certificates from the school, and I had to say goodbye to all my teachers.
Yesterday this was, and after the open house I ate lunch with my family before heading to Alameda park to visit the museum of astrology. That was fascinating. My guide, who insisted on giving me a tour, was skeptical about my request for a Spanish spiel, but I kept up with him well and asked questions. The museum had been redone a while back, and there were many before and after (antes/ahora) pictures with significant diferences. The observatory was built in the late 1800s, and much of the old equipment was there on display. Some of the telescopes they still use today.
Later I went out to celebrate with some of my group members. I knew they would want to stay out pretty late, but I was too tired to stay long. Calle La Ronda though (in Centro Historico) was interesting. Many restaurants had live music. I said goodbye to many of my friends. Some have graduated already, and I probably won't be seeing them for a long time. Others I have plans with upon my return to Humboldt County. All the goodbyes, however, were bittersweet.
Today I went with my host mom to Parque Carolina. I thought I would sleep in, but I was awake before eight. I had a delicious breakfast of bread and fruit, then we headed over to the park. We walked through the botannical gardens. The plants were all gorgeous. I'm not sure if my favorite part were the roses, the carnivorous plants, or reading all the signs. Heck, they were all amazing. Next I went to the reptile house while Sole passed, she isn't a fan of snakes. I was disappointed as I didn't get to see many frogs, but it was a nice building and all the animals were cool to see.
For lunch I got to go to one of my favorite restaurants. I usually don't like watching TV while I eat, but the Olympics were on and I couldn't resist.
I've spent my whole day with my family. My suitcase is all packed. I feel ready to leave, yes, but I will really, really miss my family here. I've grown accustomed to the way things are done here. Their septic system is different, so all paper goes in the trash. A greeting is given, also accepted, with a kiss. These are now habits of mine. I think it may take me a while, especially in reference to saying hello or goodbye, to reacclimate into the American way. So, if I do something awkward in when I'm seen, just bear with me.
My camera, also my facebook account, is filled with pictures. My suitcase is stuffed with Ecuadorian things. My brain is fuller (than it was before, anyway) with Spanish language, and my heart is full of memories. Ultimately this was a fantastic experience. I am so lucky, so grateful, so proud, so, well, unable to adequately describe what I'm feeling. I probably won't register I've left until my plane lands in Anchorage.
It's time to go do more to prepare for my flight. I have liked writing a blog, I'll keep doing it, though it will be about the states. Okay, plane time. Suerte o muerte!
Juls
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Countdown
My days here are running shorter. Some days I CAN'T WAIT to go home, other days I am so sad how I will miss my family here. Tuesday was my host mom's birthday. Maria had the amazing idea to go buy a cake. We went to this place to get pizza. Some shopping center/movie theater. I can't remember what it is called. The pizza was delicious. Sole was there (of course, it was her day) as was her sister Ana, her husband Ramiro, their kids Belen and Paul, Sole's parents, and her nephew Santiago, cousin to Belen and Paul. From what Sole had told me that morning, I had thought it would just be Maria and I and my host grandparents. So it was a nice surprise to see everyone, especially since I probably won't get to see many of them before I leave. Thank goodness for facebook and the internet machine, yes?
Speaking of internet, it has recently shown its value as an excellent classroom tool. My classes are slowing down, becoming slightly less busy. My professor of writing, JuanCarlos Davila, has used google search many times to show pictures of towns, food, markets, clothes, the like. This week we had a lesson slightly less relevant. He typed in ''peces feos'' or ''ugly fish.'' There is a backstory there, I will admit. Bagre is a type of fish, apparently not a pleasant one to behold. It has another equally flattering meaning, a rude name for a certain type of person that the Ecuadorians rarely use. Anyway he decided to look for a picture with google. Not sure if we saw one or just other random swimmers. Go on, look that up yourself, I dare you! (It really isn't that bad).
Today Google was used in a more professionally academic manner by Profe. JuanCarlos. Tomorrow the group, minus a few students who must return to the states early or travel to other South American countries soon (they will be missed!), are travelling to the Amazon region. To be specific, we will be staying near Rio Napo near the quaint Quechua village, Ahuano, as described by the brochure made by our, I must say, CLASSY hotel. Our trip will last somewhere near 42 hours, or two days. But after finding out in class today (thanks, google) what they eat around there, I am sure two days will be more than enough. Common meals include courses of: snakes, frogs, hummingbirds, and more. Hey, at least they have rice. It is has become a frequent occurance, on our group trips, for people to share, split, and trade plates or just unwanted portions with one another. My friend Sarah jokingly calls it something like ''the UTE-HSU trading card game,'' and she may be on to something. I can trade my meat with someone if need be.
Anyway Ecuador, also Quito, still manage to suprise me. I sure have learned a lot. I found streets in Centro Historico named Alaska and Canada which, incidentally, are quite close. I have also found out that anywhere from five to fifteen people can cram onto an already overfull trole bus with way less hesitation and difficulty than I can manage in similar situations. Some people already on board are frustrated with this, others are excellent at ignoring it. For myself, I find it extremely amusing.
I have returned, already, from the Amazon. I had hoped to finish this entry before leaving, but time escaped from me. Apologies. As it happens, I needn't have worried about the food. All our meals for all the guests at the upscale La Casa del Suizo (and indeed there were many guests along with our group of 27) were served buffet style. I enjoyed delicious chicken, potoatoes, pork, rice, and vegetables for the different meals. Breakfast included pancakes, but I declined those in favor of bread rolls and fresh fruit. The deserts were delicious, I have never had such chocolate cake, and the poolside bar served everything from piña coladas sin alcohol to hot chocolate to nice cold sodas in glass bottles. I could enjoy my beverages while watching a trio of fruit bats circle the pool at night in search of insects. Sarah managed to get decent pictures of them. Still, they were a shock to see, especially while I was swimming.
The rest of the trip was amazing. My room, which Sarah and I shared, was as close to the river as possible and far from our other group members. Every terrace, in every room (as advertized) was equipped with a hammock, the hotel offered many viewing places of the river and surrounding jungle, multilingual (English, Spanish, Quechua) staff, and most importantly no internet. This I liked, it was indeed a break from all things techologic (that is now a word!).
Unfortunately, wildlife spotting was a little bit of a letdown. I saw butterflies and a few birds, including an owl. I was hoping for frogs. Still our guide was entertaining, with his climbing trees and vines, braiding plants into crowns, convincing a sort of pidgeon bird thing to follow us down the trail, and his pretty darn decent accuracy at nailing a wooden monkey target in the heard with a...twig? stick? projectile out of a blow dart. My trial at such a weapon (I thank my Daddy for his advice, ''if you try using that thing, DON'T INHALE'') was not nearly as exceptional. Naturally, Pablo, our guide, made everything look easy. That would be his job in any case, and he had been doing so for a while. But that blow dart...blower? It was taller than I was. No joke.
We visited Ahuano and an island with the name Anaconda. Both were very nice places, though extremely hot. I bought things in both areas. Two different Quechua women showed us traditional habits, one formed a cup out of river clay using all natural materials, another made a drink out of yuca, which was supposed to be alcoholic, but I am not sure the sample we tried was. I didn't mind the taste (it looked like...hmm...I don't know how to describe it) but I wouldn't want a large serving. Local girls gave us flowers folded out of leaves. I got a symbol painted on my forhead out of the pulp from an odd red fruit. The inside was red, the outside was round, bright green, and covered in fuzz so it looked like a radioactive sea urchin, but less sharp. My symbol was sol in Spanish, or ''inti'' in Quechua. I liked it.
All too soon the trip ended and I had to go home. Unfortunately I think my immunity to windy roads and reading in cars is fading. I felt pretty bad on the bus ride home, not something I had experienced before. I had the two seats to myself, I laid down on both of them and napped. Waking up in the outskirts of Quito I felt a bit better, and my brief walk to my building helped me mend all the way. Gotta take a page from my family's book, maybe stop reading in cars. Hopefully though, it was just this once.
Got through the weekend sunburn and bug bite free. Thank you, 70 and 100 % (respectively) very much. Tomorrow I return to class, I get to find out how I did on my first ever, entirely Spanish, ten page college paper. I do think Prof. JuanCarlos will have written just as much as I did. And right now I have to take out the braids my friend Bailey so kindly put in for me yesterday before they complely fall apart on their own. My hair is growing slowly...
Until next time,
Juls
Speaking of internet, it has recently shown its value as an excellent classroom tool. My classes are slowing down, becoming slightly less busy. My professor of writing, JuanCarlos Davila, has used google search many times to show pictures of towns, food, markets, clothes, the like. This week we had a lesson slightly less relevant. He typed in ''peces feos'' or ''ugly fish.'' There is a backstory there, I will admit. Bagre is a type of fish, apparently not a pleasant one to behold. It has another equally flattering meaning, a rude name for a certain type of person that the Ecuadorians rarely use. Anyway he decided to look for a picture with google. Not sure if we saw one or just other random swimmers. Go on, look that up yourself, I dare you! (It really isn't that bad).
Today Google was used in a more professionally academic manner by Profe. JuanCarlos. Tomorrow the group, minus a few students who must return to the states early or travel to other South American countries soon (they will be missed!), are travelling to the Amazon region. To be specific, we will be staying near Rio Napo near the quaint Quechua village, Ahuano, as described by the brochure made by our, I must say, CLASSY hotel. Our trip will last somewhere near 42 hours, or two days. But after finding out in class today (thanks, google) what they eat around there, I am sure two days will be more than enough. Common meals include courses of: snakes, frogs, hummingbirds, and more. Hey, at least they have rice. It is has become a frequent occurance, on our group trips, for people to share, split, and trade plates or just unwanted portions with one another. My friend Sarah jokingly calls it something like ''the UTE-HSU trading card game,'' and she may be on to something. I can trade my meat with someone if need be.
Anyway Ecuador, also Quito, still manage to suprise me. I sure have learned a lot. I found streets in Centro Historico named Alaska and Canada which, incidentally, are quite close. I have also found out that anywhere from five to fifteen people can cram onto an already overfull trole bus with way less hesitation and difficulty than I can manage in similar situations. Some people already on board are frustrated with this, others are excellent at ignoring it. For myself, I find it extremely amusing.
I have returned, already, from the Amazon. I had hoped to finish this entry before leaving, but time escaped from me. Apologies. As it happens, I needn't have worried about the food. All our meals for all the guests at the upscale La Casa del Suizo (and indeed there were many guests along with our group of 27) were served buffet style. I enjoyed delicious chicken, potoatoes, pork, rice, and vegetables for the different meals. Breakfast included pancakes, but I declined those in favor of bread rolls and fresh fruit. The deserts were delicious, I have never had such chocolate cake, and the poolside bar served everything from piña coladas sin alcohol to hot chocolate to nice cold sodas in glass bottles. I could enjoy my beverages while watching a trio of fruit bats circle the pool at night in search of insects. Sarah managed to get decent pictures of them. Still, they were a shock to see, especially while I was swimming.
The rest of the trip was amazing. My room, which Sarah and I shared, was as close to the river as possible and far from our other group members. Every terrace, in every room (as advertized) was equipped with a hammock, the hotel offered many viewing places of the river and surrounding jungle, multilingual (English, Spanish, Quechua) staff, and most importantly no internet. This I liked, it was indeed a break from all things techologic (that is now a word!).
Unfortunately, wildlife spotting was a little bit of a letdown. I saw butterflies and a few birds, including an owl. I was hoping for frogs. Still our guide was entertaining, with his climbing trees and vines, braiding plants into crowns, convincing a sort of pidgeon bird thing to follow us down the trail, and his pretty darn decent accuracy at nailing a wooden monkey target in the heard with a...twig? stick? projectile out of a blow dart. My trial at such a weapon (I thank my Daddy for his advice, ''if you try using that thing, DON'T INHALE'') was not nearly as exceptional. Naturally, Pablo, our guide, made everything look easy. That would be his job in any case, and he had been doing so for a while. But that blow dart...blower? It was taller than I was. No joke.
We visited Ahuano and an island with the name Anaconda. Both were very nice places, though extremely hot. I bought things in both areas. Two different Quechua women showed us traditional habits, one formed a cup out of river clay using all natural materials, another made a drink out of yuca, which was supposed to be alcoholic, but I am not sure the sample we tried was. I didn't mind the taste (it looked like...hmm...I don't know how to describe it) but I wouldn't want a large serving. Local girls gave us flowers folded out of leaves. I got a symbol painted on my forhead out of the pulp from an odd red fruit. The inside was red, the outside was round, bright green, and covered in fuzz so it looked like a radioactive sea urchin, but less sharp. My symbol was sol in Spanish, or ''inti'' in Quechua. I liked it.
All too soon the trip ended and I had to go home. Unfortunately I think my immunity to windy roads and reading in cars is fading. I felt pretty bad on the bus ride home, not something I had experienced before. I had the two seats to myself, I laid down on both of them and napped. Waking up in the outskirts of Quito I felt a bit better, and my brief walk to my building helped me mend all the way. Gotta take a page from my family's book, maybe stop reading in cars. Hopefully though, it was just this once.
Got through the weekend sunburn and bug bite free. Thank you, 70 and 100 % (respectively) very much. Tomorrow I return to class, I get to find out how I did on my first ever, entirely Spanish, ten page college paper. I do think Prof. JuanCarlos will have written just as much as I did. And right now I have to take out the braids my friend Bailey so kindly put in for me yesterday before they complely fall apart on their own. My hair is growing slowly...
Until next time,
Juls
Monday, July 16, 2012
Almost Done
My trip is almost over, only two more weeks. Things all went by so fast. Part of me is super excited, cannot wait to get home, while I also want to stay and see more of the country. So, I am focusing on the now, getting my work done for school and enjoying all I can.
Juls
Unfortunately, these past couple days I have been sick. Nothing major as it's just a cold, but my voice is far from normal, I am using an abundance of tissues, and I find myself very tired after doing little. After two doctor visits, two trips to the farmacy, five days of taking pills with seven more to come, I should hopefully be feeling better. I missed only one day of school and one day of work...hopefully that is all I miss. Gotta go to bed early tonight and rest up.
Last week the group went to Cuenca. It was a good trip even though I spent most of my time there resting in the hotel. The bus ride was very long. We stopped to spend the night in Riobamba. I liked visiting there. One of the men who worked at the ecuator with Charles Marie de la Condamine was named Pedro Vicente Maldonado, an Ecuadorian. Turns out he was from Riobamba. There was a large statue of him in the town square, or plaza central. His statue was pink, courtesy of the decorative lights around the square. The church nearby was green. 'Twas an odd yet pleasing effect.
The next day, this would have been Thursday, we continued on to Cuenca. There were some stops alond the way as there were the day before, for scenic vistas and bathroom breaks also. I was excited when we got to Cuenca! Right by our hotel there was a shop for horse people! Saddles, boots, hats, everything. It was really cool.
In Cuenca I saw really old, BIG churches. Huge churches. They had speakers up so the people in the back could hear what was going on. In the old times, did people scream, or just not get to hear anything? But the windows...wow. They are SO pretty. I also saw two parks that were very nice. Really the city was very clean, much less trash than in Quito. The amount of graffiti was the same. Actually there were many hamburgers painted around, also pigs. So I missed the original conversation, but later durind dinner Travis and Brandon were talking about how those two images had corresponding followers, like gangs. I chose hamburgers with Brandon.
I also ate ice cream, saw many delicious looking food shops, visited two different churches, and I also felt well enough to go to the museum. There were many paintings but mostly old, old, old pottery and the like. Amazing how long that stuff lasts, how well it was made. Photos on facebook...
But the rest of the time I was stuck in the hotel. Thankfully I was well enough to go at all, I much preferred going to staying in Quito. On the way back to Quito we stopped at another church, I don't remember the name, but it is the oldest one in Ecuador. The inside was surprisingly modern, however. There was a guy...man, I wish I could remember the names of things. But he was making small sculptures out of the seeds of some plant. They were white and very hard, kind of like an old coconut. I don't know how to describe it. The seeds are called something like tauhua (togWA, more or less). Anyway that was pretty cool.
We only got to spend two nights in Cuenca, the other two (one at the beginning, one at the end) nights we stayed in Riobamba. The last night in Riobamba we got to go shopping. I didn't buy anything, but I looked a lot. One girl whose parents were shopkeepers let me pet her kitten. She told me his name was Como, that he was abandoned and alone when she found him but now he has a home with her and her family, and they like to play with him even though he scratches. That was the jist of it anyway, her Spanish was a little too fast for me to get all of it. She was nice.
Sorry about the lapse in posting, things got a little rushed. I will post more before the program ends, for sure. Now, though, I have school things to do...sigh...then sleep. Sleep is good for the sick. But I am surviving! Everyone have a great week, ¿si?
Juls
Monday, June 25, 2012
!BAÑOS!
I think, easily, that this past, weeked has been the BEST part of the summer so far. First, it was EXTREMELY nice to get out of the city. Second, my teachers were nice to not assign piles of homework. So. Baños. Lots to tell...so hold on tight!
I was worried a little bit about getting there. Nobody was one hundred percent sure what they were doing. Many thanks to my classmate Juan, who researched hotels and, more importantly, bus routes. We all stopped to eat at this place, though I didn't eat there. A man with a poodle performed outside on the sidewalk. The dog did tricks, the man wanted money. It was slightly entertaining. But seeing so many people in need is really hard sometimes, it makes me feel like I don't need half the stuff I have. I mean, I always knew there were people out there, but seeing all this makes we want to do more about it.
I needn't have worried about the traveling. We all (some people from the group, silly them-I jest-didn't go with us) made it to the bus station just fine. A three dollar, three hour, nicer-than-the-greyhound bus ride? What could be wrong with that? The heat, for one thing. So I had to close the curtains against the view (which I still peeked at, it was SPECTACULAR) and the sun, which helped. The loud speakers were also a bit unpleasant. But nobody smelled, and I had plaintain chips, or chifles, with which to snack.
Once we arrived in Baños, it was dark. Night time can do that here. Back home a little less so. Anyway. We all asked directions to the hotel. I had already reserved my rooms. No way I am going anywhere without having secured a bed, a ceiling, and maybe a shower. Upon getting there we discovered how they didn't have enough beds for all of us, so they took us to a different building, same operation hotel. At least I am pretty sure that's what went down. At no extra cost to me, I might add.
Guess how long it takes thirteen young adults to be divided into groups for one, two, and three person rooms, including a tour of each? About half an hour. Not kidding. Finally I just grabbed a bed in a room to share with two other girls, A.J. and Felicia. Who knows what the others did, but everything worked out. Then some activity agent found us out. That took even longer, deciding what everyone wanted to do the following two days. Oh, I forgot, we arrived around 7 Friday night.
I opted for biking, and....drumroll please...horseback riding! I also wanted to hike, but I figured I didn't need to pay for that. The grand total came to 25 bucks, with five in advance.
Next came dinner. All of us had looked into one restaurant with a world theme, but they didn't have room for all of us, so I went with friends Brandon, Juan, Felicia, Rachel, and Alex Rae to a different place. Stray Dogs Brewery. There was some mildly comic confusion over whether the neon sign read ''stray'' or ''straw'' but the food was good. My burger came with mustard and the waiter didn't understand what medium-rare meant, but I was too hungry to care. The fries were delicious, as was my pineapple juice. I had to wait a while for my meal, but the place was understaffed.
I went home (to the hotel) afterwards. It had been a long day, with a busy one to follow. Plus I wanted to try and be productive and knock out at least one of my assignments before putting it all off until I finished my weekly blog. I succeeded, my writing assignment was DONE. Don't know what time the other girls got in, but I was still awake to let them in.
Using my iPhone as an alarm, I was out and about the town of Baños by 6:15 the next morning. I couldn't sleep any more, I wanted to EXPLORE. What I found. A very pretty church (not so elaborate as what's built in Quito, but fancy nonetheless. Had a room with all the candles, many lit. I hope that is a good thing? Not proud of my ignorance here, I would like to learn a little more about such customs, and what a good place to do it. I spoke briefly with someone inside. He wanted to know where I was from, what I was doing, how long, that sort of thing. Somebody practiced a religious speech or prayer in a back room. I didn't understand much.
Oh, before I went into the church, I walked through the plaza space in front. Nobody was around, except a flock (?) of pidgeons eating something. I have always wanted those birds to fly around me like in the movies, so I decided to run through them. It was silly, ridiculous, and SO,SO much fun. A lady with some kids ended up seeing me. I think we were both amused. One of her kids decided to do the same thing.
Later I walked around town some more, bought myself a juice, looked at a park. 'Twas a nice park. Lots of sayings were posted on signs, like how Baños is a gift to the world, to be nice to the plants, stuff like that. There was a little bridge thing with a sign that read Puente del Amor, or Bridge of Love. This amused me. Saw an adorable little dirty dog, wanted to take it home. There was a weird building, tan colored, with a narrow base and a weird circular shape up top, with many windows. Similar to the Space Needle, but way smaller. I don't know how people would get up there, I saw no door.
Ooh, this was cool! I went to this waterfall down the hillside and there were stairs going up next to it that led up to this little overview thing of the city. I could also see the hot springs, which were like a public pool. There were many tourists there, people not from Ecuador, though it was so early.
Eventually I meandered back to the hotel, where various members of my group were trying to unlock the front gate. I was no help to them as I had left the keys in the room. Eventually someone got it and I went to breakfast with Felicia and A.J. Small it was, but filling, and my favorite as it included bread and chocolate.
First activity of the day, biking! I was a bit nervous as it had been a while since I biked and I didn't want to be super slow (or walking my bike). I needn't have worried. My bike had it's parts in order (unlike Brandon, whose first bike had disfunctional breaks and second lost a pedal...poor him) and I was able to follow behind the guide, sin problemas. It was so much fun, and beautiful out. Plus it was not too hot.
Baños really is pretty. It kind of reminded me of Whittier, back home. There the mountians have a little less green, more rock, but the waterfalls are similar. The sky was white and cloudy. Of course, Baños is not near the ocean. But I liked it, a lot.
The biking stopped near this waterfall (after we had taken an old fashioned AWESOME road that went under a small one, it was FUN) and the sun came out. We went across the river to see the waterfall in this basket thing, pulled acroos the chasm on a cord, machine propelled. It was super scary and a way worth it. Yep, I took photos.
From there most of the group continuted on in a van to go river rafting. I decided to stay back as did my friend Alex Rae (she had gotten a tattoo recently and couldn't get wet). She headed back to Baños on a bike, I went in the go kart someone from my group had used instead of a bike. It was loud, but super fast. The dude who drove to the river was very nice to drive me back. But Rae and I made a stop before returning to the town.
Aye, another waterfall. This one was called Devil's...somethiyng. It was aptly named. Rae and I, and the guide from the biking part, went to see it. It cost two dollars, a VERY good deal. These dogs, four or five of them, followed us the whole way to the top of the trail. There was a bit of a walk to get close to the falls. Then there were pathways that went from the very bottom of the falls to the top. The climb to the top went through the mountain, so we had to crawl. The side was open and fenced, so it was possible to see out. I was a little bit claustrophobic, but it was completely worth it. Under the waterfall it was very wet (naturally) and those dogs were still with us.
Man it was fun. That guide we had was awesome. Or maybe just normal or human. Some guides can be really bad, so normal ones seem amazing. He took us to this place to eat empanadas (similar to a calzone or pita, bread on the outside, chicken, veggies, or meat on the inside) which were made right in front of us and were delicious. I think empanadas are on my favorite food list. The rain started once we were already wet from the waterfall.
Rode back to Baños in the covered back of this truck, on benches on the floor. With all the bikes. Those were secured, thankfully there were no casualties. Once back, Alex Rae and I decided to check out the hot springs. It was set up like a public pool. It was only two dollars to get in. The water was warm but not extremely hot, we stayed near the hot water spigot thing. There was a lot of hair in the water, that was kind of gross. I met a family from south Ecuador, near Guayaquil. The little girl sang a song in a language I didn't know, and I sang a kids song in English. She didn't exactly seem thrilled. There was sulfur and other minerals in the water. They stuck to my sunscreened skin, effectively turning me orange. No, it didn't occur to me to take pictures. I should have...
Dinner later that night was delicious. It was girls night out, we went back to the world food place. I had pasta, Italian style. YUM. With garlic bread of course. Once the tab was paid, we went back to the brewery place. I didn't stay long, I went back to the hotel to work on some stuff a while. Others in the group rented a party bus. It wasn't what any of us, I think, expected.
We all were led to a place a bit away from the hotel to get on it. That was the first strange thing. Oh, this was about nine at night. The bus had benches in rows, and other people in it, so we couldn't all sit together. Loud latin music was playing. It was really more of a truck than a bus, with no doors or walls, all open like. It was painted all fancy and there were red and while lights. I convinced Jason to trade places with me so I could be on the end. It took us up Volcan Tungurahua. At the top was a large lit up cross, LOTS of people, shops and cooking stands. They had us all walking in the dark down these stairs where someone started talking to us about the volcano. It was really odd and as for myself I was extremely amused. Many other guides nearby were all talking at the same time. The whole thing was really funny. Odd, odd, odd. I kept myself amused eating crappy chocolate ice cream and thinking what various people I knew would do in such a situation.
Finally all of us decided to go find our bus. We knew we were group six. After stumbling through the dark down the road we found it. Once we had all clambered in we waited a while for the rest of the people. The music pounded back on, the lights flashed on also. I dozed on the way back. Bus dropped us of at a discoteca close to our hotel. I headed there in a hurry, it had been a long but swell day.
Sunday came up fast. My alarm didn't go off on my phone. It was already raining. Our group had to make our horse riding date later, as it took a few of us a while to be ready. I ate a chocolate crepe for breakfast. I've had better...but it was good. Then, finally, it was time to get riding!
Yes, it was wet. Yes, my horse, name of Chocolate, was silly, and behind us our guides were crazy. But I got to canter some, saw some beautiful mountains, got soaked, and had a great time. As did the others. Sore a bit today, it has been a while since I was in the saddle. It was totally worth it.
Made the bus after the ride, got home okay, with two cents left in my pocket. I met a girl from San Diego on the trolebus. She was traveling with a group of American med students, from around the country. Her name was Mickey, her friend Amber. There were others with her but I don't remember their names. Turns out they all lived on my streel, Villalengua and Mickey agreed to show me a better way to get home. I talked to her a bit and she was super nice. She said they were here for a month, taking Spanish classes and volunteering in a hospital, taking trips around Ecuador when they good. Unfortunately, their trip is almost over. SO COOL to meet people that way though!
Today's reflection, not about Baños: interesting how in the states you can always find some coins on the ground, even if they are just pennies. Here, there are very, very few. Are people here extremely cautious with their money, or are there so many in need that benefit much from such scavenging? I think it must be a combination of both. Just interesting. Food for thought, you know?
My dinner is getting cold, my favorite juice waiting, and I have been typing for far too long. Check maybe once a week, around this time, for new entries? I don't know that Facebook nor email are the best ways to make these known...not sure what better to do...suggestions? Have a great night, share smiles, chin up. More soon. Love to everyone!
Juls
I was worried a little bit about getting there. Nobody was one hundred percent sure what they were doing. Many thanks to my classmate Juan, who researched hotels and, more importantly, bus routes. We all stopped to eat at this place, though I didn't eat there. A man with a poodle performed outside on the sidewalk. The dog did tricks, the man wanted money. It was slightly entertaining. But seeing so many people in need is really hard sometimes, it makes me feel like I don't need half the stuff I have. I mean, I always knew there were people out there, but seeing all this makes we want to do more about it.
I needn't have worried about the traveling. We all (some people from the group, silly them-I jest-didn't go with us) made it to the bus station just fine. A three dollar, three hour, nicer-than-the-greyhound bus ride? What could be wrong with that? The heat, for one thing. So I had to close the curtains against the view (which I still peeked at, it was SPECTACULAR) and the sun, which helped. The loud speakers were also a bit unpleasant. But nobody smelled, and I had plaintain chips, or chifles, with which to snack.
Once we arrived in Baños, it was dark. Night time can do that here. Back home a little less so. Anyway. We all asked directions to the hotel. I had already reserved my rooms. No way I am going anywhere without having secured a bed, a ceiling, and maybe a shower. Upon getting there we discovered how they didn't have enough beds for all of us, so they took us to a different building, same operation hotel. At least I am pretty sure that's what went down. At no extra cost to me, I might add.
Guess how long it takes thirteen young adults to be divided into groups for one, two, and three person rooms, including a tour of each? About half an hour. Not kidding. Finally I just grabbed a bed in a room to share with two other girls, A.J. and Felicia. Who knows what the others did, but everything worked out. Then some activity agent found us out. That took even longer, deciding what everyone wanted to do the following two days. Oh, I forgot, we arrived around 7 Friday night.
I opted for biking, and....drumroll please...horseback riding! I also wanted to hike, but I figured I didn't need to pay for that. The grand total came to 25 bucks, with five in advance.
Next came dinner. All of us had looked into one restaurant with a world theme, but they didn't have room for all of us, so I went with friends Brandon, Juan, Felicia, Rachel, and Alex Rae to a different place. Stray Dogs Brewery. There was some mildly comic confusion over whether the neon sign read ''stray'' or ''straw'' but the food was good. My burger came with mustard and the waiter didn't understand what medium-rare meant, but I was too hungry to care. The fries were delicious, as was my pineapple juice. I had to wait a while for my meal, but the place was understaffed.
I went home (to the hotel) afterwards. It had been a long day, with a busy one to follow. Plus I wanted to try and be productive and knock out at least one of my assignments before putting it all off until I finished my weekly blog. I succeeded, my writing assignment was DONE. Don't know what time the other girls got in, but I was still awake to let them in.
Using my iPhone as an alarm, I was out and about the town of Baños by 6:15 the next morning. I couldn't sleep any more, I wanted to EXPLORE. What I found. A very pretty church (not so elaborate as what's built in Quito, but fancy nonetheless. Had a room with all the candles, many lit. I hope that is a good thing? Not proud of my ignorance here, I would like to learn a little more about such customs, and what a good place to do it. I spoke briefly with someone inside. He wanted to know where I was from, what I was doing, how long, that sort of thing. Somebody practiced a religious speech or prayer in a back room. I didn't understand much.
Oh, before I went into the church, I walked through the plaza space in front. Nobody was around, except a flock (?) of pidgeons eating something. I have always wanted those birds to fly around me like in the movies, so I decided to run through them. It was silly, ridiculous, and SO,SO much fun. A lady with some kids ended up seeing me. I think we were both amused. One of her kids decided to do the same thing.
Later I walked around town some more, bought myself a juice, looked at a park. 'Twas a nice park. Lots of sayings were posted on signs, like how Baños is a gift to the world, to be nice to the plants, stuff like that. There was a little bridge thing with a sign that read Puente del Amor, or Bridge of Love. This amused me. Saw an adorable little dirty dog, wanted to take it home. There was a weird building, tan colored, with a narrow base and a weird circular shape up top, with many windows. Similar to the Space Needle, but way smaller. I don't know how people would get up there, I saw no door.
Ooh, this was cool! I went to this waterfall down the hillside and there were stairs going up next to it that led up to this little overview thing of the city. I could also see the hot springs, which were like a public pool. There were many tourists there, people not from Ecuador, though it was so early.
Eventually I meandered back to the hotel, where various members of my group were trying to unlock the front gate. I was no help to them as I had left the keys in the room. Eventually someone got it and I went to breakfast with Felicia and A.J. Small it was, but filling, and my favorite as it included bread and chocolate.
First activity of the day, biking! I was a bit nervous as it had been a while since I biked and I didn't want to be super slow (or walking my bike). I needn't have worried. My bike had it's parts in order (unlike Brandon, whose first bike had disfunctional breaks and second lost a pedal...poor him) and I was able to follow behind the guide, sin problemas. It was so much fun, and beautiful out. Plus it was not too hot.
Baños really is pretty. It kind of reminded me of Whittier, back home. There the mountians have a little less green, more rock, but the waterfalls are similar. The sky was white and cloudy. Of course, Baños is not near the ocean. But I liked it, a lot.
The biking stopped near this waterfall (after we had taken an old fashioned AWESOME road that went under a small one, it was FUN) and the sun came out. We went across the river to see the waterfall in this basket thing, pulled acroos the chasm on a cord, machine propelled. It was super scary and a way worth it. Yep, I took photos.
From there most of the group continuted on in a van to go river rafting. I decided to stay back as did my friend Alex Rae (she had gotten a tattoo recently and couldn't get wet). She headed back to Baños on a bike, I went in the go kart someone from my group had used instead of a bike. It was loud, but super fast. The dude who drove to the river was very nice to drive me back. But Rae and I made a stop before returning to the town.
Aye, another waterfall. This one was called Devil's...somethiyng. It was aptly named. Rae and I, and the guide from the biking part, went to see it. It cost two dollars, a VERY good deal. These dogs, four or five of them, followed us the whole way to the top of the trail. There was a bit of a walk to get close to the falls. Then there were pathways that went from the very bottom of the falls to the top. The climb to the top went through the mountain, so we had to crawl. The side was open and fenced, so it was possible to see out. I was a little bit claustrophobic, but it was completely worth it. Under the waterfall it was very wet (naturally) and those dogs were still with us.
Man it was fun. That guide we had was awesome. Or maybe just normal or human. Some guides can be really bad, so normal ones seem amazing. He took us to this place to eat empanadas (similar to a calzone or pita, bread on the outside, chicken, veggies, or meat on the inside) which were made right in front of us and were delicious. I think empanadas are on my favorite food list. The rain started once we were already wet from the waterfall.
Rode back to Baños in the covered back of this truck, on benches on the floor. With all the bikes. Those were secured, thankfully there were no casualties. Once back, Alex Rae and I decided to check out the hot springs. It was set up like a public pool. It was only two dollars to get in. The water was warm but not extremely hot, we stayed near the hot water spigot thing. There was a lot of hair in the water, that was kind of gross. I met a family from south Ecuador, near Guayaquil. The little girl sang a song in a language I didn't know, and I sang a kids song in English. She didn't exactly seem thrilled. There was sulfur and other minerals in the water. They stuck to my sunscreened skin, effectively turning me orange. No, it didn't occur to me to take pictures. I should have...
Dinner later that night was delicious. It was girls night out, we went back to the world food place. I had pasta, Italian style. YUM. With garlic bread of course. Once the tab was paid, we went back to the brewery place. I didn't stay long, I went back to the hotel to work on some stuff a while. Others in the group rented a party bus. It wasn't what any of us, I think, expected.
We all were led to a place a bit away from the hotel to get on it. That was the first strange thing. Oh, this was about nine at night. The bus had benches in rows, and other people in it, so we couldn't all sit together. Loud latin music was playing. It was really more of a truck than a bus, with no doors or walls, all open like. It was painted all fancy and there were red and while lights. I convinced Jason to trade places with me so I could be on the end. It took us up Volcan Tungurahua. At the top was a large lit up cross, LOTS of people, shops and cooking stands. They had us all walking in the dark down these stairs where someone started talking to us about the volcano. It was really odd and as for myself I was extremely amused. Many other guides nearby were all talking at the same time. The whole thing was really funny. Odd, odd, odd. I kept myself amused eating crappy chocolate ice cream and thinking what various people I knew would do in such a situation.
Finally all of us decided to go find our bus. We knew we were group six. After stumbling through the dark down the road we found it. Once we had all clambered in we waited a while for the rest of the people. The music pounded back on, the lights flashed on also. I dozed on the way back. Bus dropped us of at a discoteca close to our hotel. I headed there in a hurry, it had been a long but swell day.
Sunday came up fast. My alarm didn't go off on my phone. It was already raining. Our group had to make our horse riding date later, as it took a few of us a while to be ready. I ate a chocolate crepe for breakfast. I've had better...but it was good. Then, finally, it was time to get riding!
Yes, it was wet. Yes, my horse, name of Chocolate, was silly, and behind us our guides were crazy. But I got to canter some, saw some beautiful mountains, got soaked, and had a great time. As did the others. Sore a bit today, it has been a while since I was in the saddle. It was totally worth it.
Made the bus after the ride, got home okay, with two cents left in my pocket. I met a girl from San Diego on the trolebus. She was traveling with a group of American med students, from around the country. Her name was Mickey, her friend Amber. There were others with her but I don't remember their names. Turns out they all lived on my streel, Villalengua and Mickey agreed to show me a better way to get home. I talked to her a bit and she was super nice. She said they were here for a month, taking Spanish classes and volunteering in a hospital, taking trips around Ecuador when they good. Unfortunately, their trip is almost over. SO COOL to meet people that way though!
Today's reflection, not about Baños: interesting how in the states you can always find some coins on the ground, even if they are just pennies. Here, there are very, very few. Are people here extremely cautious with their money, or are there so many in need that benefit much from such scavenging? I think it must be a combination of both. Just interesting. Food for thought, you know?
My dinner is getting cold, my favorite juice waiting, and I have been typing for far too long. Check maybe once a week, around this time, for new entries? I don't know that Facebook nor email are the best ways to make these known...not sure what better to do...suggestions? Have a great night, share smiles, chin up. More soon. Love to everyone!
Juls
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Mitad del Mundo
This weekend my group went to visit the equator. Went yesterday in fact. It was SUPER cool. I will eventually get photos posted here on google, also more on facebook, from yesterday. Still I think it will be fun to try and describe it, so here goes:
From the parking lot we walked to the walkway that leads to the monument. Leading up to it are large statues, busts, really, of the men from France and Spain who made contributions to the study of Ecuador and the Equator, some I recognized, like Condamine, and some I didn't but enjoyed learning about, like Jean Godin des Odonais. Look on Wikipedia, or just google if you want. Fascinating men.
Then there's the statue of the monument itself. It is very large as inside it contains a multiple story museum covering ALL the indigenous groups of Ecuador. I had a tour of the museum. It was interesting, but also different. I felt like a little kid stuck in a classroom...hard enough to pay attention in English too, let alone Spanish. But I got the gyst, for sure. We were very lucky to get the tour as that way our questions could be answered.
Later we were able to take photos and look around. There were many shops for souveniers (I got a great deal on some postcards...but stamps are VERY expensive, yikes) and also ice cream shops. They make the ice cream by hand, it is called helado de paila in a large bronze bowl over ice. Delicious. My friend Sarah and I then went to watch the dancers performing in a sort of stage. Their music was recorded, but they were all extremely talented...and those costumes. Wow. Bright, bright colors, scarves and hats, ponchos, chaps for the men (which were thick and VERY furry, they looked extremely uncomfortable-heat wise-to wear).
Then there is the equator itself. 0, 0, 0. WOW. The line was painted through many parts of the area, through the monument, down and up stairs, across this pole they have upright for the solstice when the sun is directly overhead and makes no shadow (which unfortunately I will miss out on witnessing as this coming June 21, a Thursday, I will be too busy with work and school...que triste (how sad) ! The line also went through the space where the dancers were performing. It was fun to walk on the line and jump from one side to the other also.
The only other time I have done anything like that was at the Alaska-Yukon border. Both things are very exciting, should you get the chance (to do both or either) I highly recommend you do so...
Happy father's day to all! I shall write more soon, for sure. I am getting the hang of this, sure is fun!
Cheers,
Juls
From the parking lot we walked to the walkway that leads to the monument. Leading up to it are large statues, busts, really, of the men from France and Spain who made contributions to the study of Ecuador and the Equator, some I recognized, like Condamine, and some I didn't but enjoyed learning about, like Jean Godin des Odonais. Look on Wikipedia, or just google if you want. Fascinating men.
Then there's the statue of the monument itself. It is very large as inside it contains a multiple story museum covering ALL the indigenous groups of Ecuador. I had a tour of the museum. It was interesting, but also different. I felt like a little kid stuck in a classroom...hard enough to pay attention in English too, let alone Spanish. But I got the gyst, for sure. We were very lucky to get the tour as that way our questions could be answered.
Later we were able to take photos and look around. There were many shops for souveniers (I got a great deal on some postcards...but stamps are VERY expensive, yikes) and also ice cream shops. They make the ice cream by hand, it is called helado de paila in a large bronze bowl over ice. Delicious. My friend Sarah and I then went to watch the dancers performing in a sort of stage. Their music was recorded, but they were all extremely talented...and those costumes. Wow. Bright, bright colors, scarves and hats, ponchos, chaps for the men (which were thick and VERY furry, they looked extremely uncomfortable-heat wise-to wear).
Then there is the equator itself. 0, 0, 0. WOW. The line was painted through many parts of the area, through the monument, down and up stairs, across this pole they have upright for the solstice when the sun is directly overhead and makes no shadow (which unfortunately I will miss out on witnessing as this coming June 21, a Thursday, I will be too busy with work and school...que triste (how sad) ! The line also went through the space where the dancers were performing. It was fun to walk on the line and jump from one side to the other also.
The only other time I have done anything like that was at the Alaska-Yukon border. Both things are very exciting, should you get the chance (to do both or either) I highly recommend you do so...
Happy father's day to all! I shall write more soon, for sure. I am getting the hang of this, sure is fun!
Cheers,
Juls
Monday, June 11, 2012
Finally starting this, it has been on my list of things to do for quite a while. Now I finally have, seems like I have a LOT I could talk about. This is my first time writing any blog, so if I ramble and make no sense (which can be pretty typical of me, yes it can :P) just bear with me?
WOW! ECUADOR! When I first got here I was so tired after flying all night and all day. I was also very worried about finding my bag, which some airport attendant had kindly -yet strangely to me- taken off the carousel for me. So I did find it eventually, no worries there. My next problem was finding my family, which was quite a bit easier as they had a sign with my name on it.
I live with one lady in the north (and better meaning safer) part of Quito. Her name is Maria Soledad Robles. She prefers to be called Sole. Her English is pretty good, but not great. Just like my Spanish. I need practice, so we mainly communicate in Spanish, unless it is late when my Spanish runs out. It happens.
Sole though has a HUGE family here. Her parents live quite close by, no more than a mile. My friend Maria, also a HSU-UTE (Humboldt State-Universidad Tecnologica Equinoccial) student lives with them, and we do a lot together. Sole's (and Maria's) mom Etna has many siblings. I think she is one of eight. Sole herself has one sister and four brothers. I have met her sister and her sister's husband and their children. Also one of her cousins and his son. And her brother and his two sons, and another brother and his three kids, and another brother and his three kids. I probably met all their wives, but I can't remember just now. All those names are another story. If I mention someone's name in the future I will explain who it is. Everyone is EXTREMELY nice!
As for daily life, I am very settled. I sleep well at night, and have not had any serious issues with the altitude. I know my routine. Usually I wake up an hour before school starts, maybe more. Sole and I eat breakfast, she makes juice and batidos (imagine a fruity comination milkshake-smoothie that is delicious) and there is always fresh bread from the nearby Panaderia and YUMMY out-of-this-world fresh fruit. Do I have a favorite? Nope, they all so good. I think my favorite juices that are ALL good though are Guayabana (sp) or mora...which is like a raspberry and a blackberry. If you make it to Ecuador you have to like fruit. Hey, if you don't, you sure will.
My three official classes at UTE are grammar, reading and writing, and history and culture. All my teachers are very nice, and super funny. The relationship here, between students and professors, seems slightly different. Though it seems like everyone could be friends everywhere, not just here. Maybe it is because the classes I have are a bit smaller than my HSU ones. But the teachers here joke with us and go on trips with us, they want to be our friends. I like it, personally.
I know my small sect of Quito well. I can navigate from my house to Maria's, to school, to the supermarkets, to the closest parks. UTE is separated into two different campuses, UTE San Matriz and UTE Occidental. I attend classes at the later, in Bloque I (for Idiomas, or languages). There is a bus (25 cents a seat, and USA money is widely accepted here) that goes from one campus to the other. My mom usually drives me to San Matriz as it is on her way to work, and I ride the bus up the hill to my classes.
As for my internship, I am working in old Quito, or Centro Historico. The place is the Municipal Museum, or Museo Municipal. Maria and I, and possibly another of our group named Travis (who, incindentally, lives with another of Sole's cousins) work there. Mondays through Tuesdays, we work with the children in la Sala Infantil, or childrens' room. There shelved is a collection of works in English, everything from Miley Cyrus paperbacks to Jack Kerouac to do it yourshelf instructionals. I imagine this must be the place were all the English books can be found. The museum has a library section, not just galleries. Anyway the children in the room seem to be in summer camp, or after school care. Their ages range from six to twelve. Maria and I work with them on their English skills. So far we have done this once, and they were well informed. But no one can ever stop learning, and Maria and Travis and I are ready to help.The other days of the week we will either go to the library section to tutor older kids with their English classes, or help the guides in the museum who present to English speaking tourists with their pronunciation, should they need it.
As for culture shock, sure I have it. The biggest thing to get used to so far has been anything and everything to do with the automobiles here. People drive crazy like. Seriously. It is VERY disorganized. I really did see someone drive over the median (grass and all) and this was not during the daytime either. I can walk, well, run across the intersections fairly safely. I prefer to walk when others do, however. Today, though, at a small intersection, somebody waited and waved for me to cross. I was pleased, that was the first time that has happened. And everyone honks. For no logical reason.
The buses. Those are another story. PACKED is what they are. And stuffy. But, me being me, I find it very amusing. The first bus I went on with Maria and some other girls, we were going to the BOSQUE, a nearby shopping mall after school the first week. I had my quarter for the fair in my left hand as I got on the bus, with my two backpacks, one I brought from AK to use and the other one a gift from the UTE faculty. Both contained school supplies, but nothing extremely valuable. I climbed on right behind Maria, but before we were situated, the but started moving with a lurch. Usually they don't stop unless a woman and or kids are waiting, the men have to leap. Anyway the bus started moving, and I had no handhold. Somehow some lady came between Maria and I, and because with my right hand I was grasping my backpacks, with my left hand I reached past both of thetm to grab the hand rail. I was terrified of losing my quarter, but managed not to. A nice man in a seat to my right offered me his seat. 'Twas indeed nice, but he got up and walked betweenv me, the lady who came out of nowhere, and both my backpacks in the TINY bus isle. A remarkable feat. I was squashed. But all of us girls got off the bus with no casualties.
I have some homework, the ever famous tarea, calling my name. Hope y'all enjoyed? True and I love to share my news, I will with regularity from now on. Best!
Gracias y ciao,
Juls
WOW! ECUADOR! When I first got here I was so tired after flying all night and all day. I was also very worried about finding my bag, which some airport attendant had kindly -yet strangely to me- taken off the carousel for me. So I did find it eventually, no worries there. My next problem was finding my family, which was quite a bit easier as they had a sign with my name on it.
I live with one lady in the north (and better meaning safer) part of Quito. Her name is Maria Soledad Robles. She prefers to be called Sole. Her English is pretty good, but not great. Just like my Spanish. I need practice, so we mainly communicate in Spanish, unless it is late when my Spanish runs out. It happens.
Sole though has a HUGE family here. Her parents live quite close by, no more than a mile. My friend Maria, also a HSU-UTE (Humboldt State-Universidad Tecnologica Equinoccial) student lives with them, and we do a lot together. Sole's (and Maria's) mom Etna has many siblings. I think she is one of eight. Sole herself has one sister and four brothers. I have met her sister and her sister's husband and their children. Also one of her cousins and his son. And her brother and his two sons, and another brother and his three kids, and another brother and his three kids. I probably met all their wives, but I can't remember just now. All those names are another story. If I mention someone's name in the future I will explain who it is. Everyone is EXTREMELY nice!
As for daily life, I am very settled. I sleep well at night, and have not had any serious issues with the altitude. I know my routine. Usually I wake up an hour before school starts, maybe more. Sole and I eat breakfast, she makes juice and batidos (imagine a fruity comination milkshake-smoothie that is delicious) and there is always fresh bread from the nearby Panaderia and YUMMY out-of-this-world fresh fruit. Do I have a favorite? Nope, they all so good. I think my favorite juices that are ALL good though are Guayabana (sp) or mora...which is like a raspberry and a blackberry. If you make it to Ecuador you have to like fruit. Hey, if you don't, you sure will.
My three official classes at UTE are grammar, reading and writing, and history and culture. All my teachers are very nice, and super funny. The relationship here, between students and professors, seems slightly different. Though it seems like everyone could be friends everywhere, not just here. Maybe it is because the classes I have are a bit smaller than my HSU ones. But the teachers here joke with us and go on trips with us, they want to be our friends. I like it, personally.
I know my small sect of Quito well. I can navigate from my house to Maria's, to school, to the supermarkets, to the closest parks. UTE is separated into two different campuses, UTE San Matriz and UTE Occidental. I attend classes at the later, in Bloque I (for Idiomas, or languages). There is a bus (25 cents a seat, and USA money is widely accepted here) that goes from one campus to the other. My mom usually drives me to San Matriz as it is on her way to work, and I ride the bus up the hill to my classes.
As for my internship, I am working in old Quito, or Centro Historico. The place is the Municipal Museum, or Museo Municipal. Maria and I, and possibly another of our group named Travis (who, incindentally, lives with another of Sole's cousins) work there. Mondays through Tuesdays, we work with the children in la Sala Infantil, or childrens' room. There shelved is a collection of works in English, everything from Miley Cyrus paperbacks to Jack Kerouac to do it yourshelf instructionals. I imagine this must be the place were all the English books can be found. The museum has a library section, not just galleries. Anyway the children in the room seem to be in summer camp, or after school care. Their ages range from six to twelve. Maria and I work with them on their English skills. So far we have done this once, and they were well informed. But no one can ever stop learning, and Maria and Travis and I are ready to help.The other days of the week we will either go to the library section to tutor older kids with their English classes, or help the guides in the museum who present to English speaking tourists with their pronunciation, should they need it.
As for culture shock, sure I have it. The biggest thing to get used to so far has been anything and everything to do with the automobiles here. People drive crazy like. Seriously. It is VERY disorganized. I really did see someone drive over the median (grass and all) and this was not during the daytime either. I can walk, well, run across the intersections fairly safely. I prefer to walk when others do, however. Today, though, at a small intersection, somebody waited and waved for me to cross. I was pleased, that was the first time that has happened. And everyone honks. For no logical reason.
The buses. Those are another story. PACKED is what they are. And stuffy. But, me being me, I find it very amusing. The first bus I went on with Maria and some other girls, we were going to the BOSQUE, a nearby shopping mall after school the first week. I had my quarter for the fair in my left hand as I got on the bus, with my two backpacks, one I brought from AK to use and the other one a gift from the UTE faculty. Both contained school supplies, but nothing extremely valuable. I climbed on right behind Maria, but before we were situated, the but started moving with a lurch. Usually they don't stop unless a woman and or kids are waiting, the men have to leap. Anyway the bus started moving, and I had no handhold. Somehow some lady came between Maria and I, and because with my right hand I was grasping my backpacks, with my left hand I reached past both of thetm to grab the hand rail. I was terrified of losing my quarter, but managed not to. A nice man in a seat to my right offered me his seat. 'Twas indeed nice, but he got up and walked betweenv me, the lady who came out of nowhere, and both my backpacks in the TINY bus isle. A remarkable feat. I was squashed. But all of us girls got off the bus with no casualties.
I have some homework, the ever famous tarea, calling my name. Hope y'all enjoyed? True and I love to share my news, I will with regularity from now on. Best!
Gracias y ciao,
Juls
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