domingo, diciembre 26, 2004

The Wrap Up

As expected, the last week of Ecuador was insanity. Classes lasted until Wednesday, the 15th and the highlight of the day was undoubtedly the “practical exam” for my reading class. Cutting letters out of paper as fast as possible: the mark of an accomplished university student. At least it was an easy grade!

Thursday, Jenna, Summers, Bruce and I went to the orphanage where he worked all semester to throw his kids a Christmas party. We came bearing Barbies, trucks, cake and ice cream sandwiches and stood back in awe as the whirlwind that was Anita, Cristina, Isabela and Mateo took over. I cannot begin to describe how much I fell in love with these kids. Teaching at my school was a wonderful experience and I enjoyed it even more that I learned from it but here, all we had to do was play. One kick of the soccer ball (an accomplishment for me according to my three mean friends) and Anita had already climbed onto my waist with absolutely no intention of leaving for quite some time. After rolling trucks across the floor with Mateo, watching with knowing stares as Anita gave the Barbie her first bath and playing outside for a few hours, the four of us headed back the Bruce’s for grilled cheese (Has anyone noticed the pattern of grilled cheese as the designated comfort food?) and then to Adrián’s for a study date for poli sci. Thursday night was our first Christmas party with the whole group to celebrate the first night of the novena by eating large amounts of chocolate and exchanging unbelievably ridiculous gifts. As I said in the caption, O’Malley received capers and floor cleaner, Megita got an imitation Transformer and there was much oversized neon Ecuadorian jewelry to go around.

Friday, I finished off exams in Temas (poli sci) and Women’s Lit and sat around all evening vegging, watching Harry Potter and finishing a final paper. Saturday morning, Jenna, Summers, Bruce and I met to go market shopping one last time and sadly, ended up in Burger King one last time as well. That evening was our goodbye party at our director’s house. Everyone was all dressed up, the food was delicious and we all just got to hang out together before everyone dispersed. After the party, all of us except poor sick Kelly went out to a club to chill and eventually dance until 2 am.

Sunday was a little studying and a lot of visiting Jenna who was packing to go home the next day. And we all ended up in one house where three people were studying and the rest of us sat around making noise and doing little or nothing constructive.

Monday morning, I woke up (late) at 5:15 am to go to the airport and say goodbye to Jenna who so inconveniently chose the early flight. So once again, the vast majority of us stumbled around the airport in pajamas hugging Jenna and watching the sun come up. Lindsey, Hannah, Bruce and I then headed to the university one last time, arriving at the ungodly hour of quarter to seven. They studied for their Sexuality and Attraction exam which was infinitely more entertaining than mine in Teaching Reading. So after Reading and later, El Boom (a lit course), I was finally able to skip through the gates of the university to the freedom that awaited. To celebrate, a bunch of us went to Verde y Carbón, our beloved burger joint, for one last sloppy burger and potatos. For the evening, we went back to Hannah’s where the extended host families of Hannah, Hatch and Bruce were hosting the novena. This one involved a lot more singing, food and children which, for me, was the perfect way to get into the Christmas spirit.

Tuesday, I was at the airport twice more, once at a merciful 8 am to say goodbye to Summers, Adrián, Racek, Linsdey and O’Malley, and later at 12:30 with Bruce. In between, I finished up packing and cleaning out my bedroom which produced only slightly less trash than moving out of the dorm. My host family looked at me like they had never seen so much paper. After so many goodbyes and trips to the airport, I was feeling pretty ready myself. That night, I went to a novena with my host family in our apartment building but this one was much more formal and less spirited than the one the night before so I headed upstairs early to celebrate my last night with Harry Potter 3 and sleep.

Wednesday morning at 5:30 am, I said goodbye to the family and sat around groggily waiting for my delayed plane that took off at 9:30. Layover in Miami was uneventful except for the whole part about forgetting how to speak English. I was getting frustrated with the guy searching my bag so another guy came over to make sure everything was alright. I naturally responded completely in Spanish, including when he asked if I spoke English…I guess “Sí” isn’t really a convincing response to that question. But I got into Philly at 6:15 and thus ends my tale of Ecuador.

There are some things I miss like speaking Spanish all the time…I went to Spanish Mass today just for a fix. I keep thinking of certain streets or intersections in Quito and trying to figure out how to drive to them before I realize that they’re a continent away. And paying $17 rather than $6 for filet mignon was kind of a shocker. But overall, I’m happy to be back. Christmas with the family was a great way to come home and I might even get used to the cold.

And here, I suppose I must go cold turkey with the blog. Thanks to all of you who have been reading!

lunes, diciembre 20, 2004


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With my favorite chicas...

After our director's goodbye party on Saturday, we all went out dancing for four hours. It was pure, unadulterated craziness of the best sort.


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At the group Christmas party

We all got together to pray the first night of the Novena and exchange ridiculous Christmas presents. The only rule was that it had to be bought on the street or at the sketchy deli near the university. I lucked out with a stuffed white tiger but poor O'Malley ended up with capers and floor wax.

lunes, diciembre 13, 2004

I’ll Be Home for Christmas (‘Tis the Season To Be Cheesy)

OK, so when am I not a bit cheesy? But onward…

Friday, I got to school later than usual, walked into my only class only to realize that we were watching ten minutes of a movie and then leaving. Oh the irony. At least the free school internet was worth the hour long trip. Friday night was a few hours of bowling and pool downtown. Saturday, more than half the group trekked down to the university to work and discover the newly installed wireless internet. Therefore there was not nearly enough accomplished but much contact with the U.S. via AIM and building excitement for home and Christmas. Saturday night was a quiet night of going out for a steak dinner and watching deleted scenes from Bend It Like Beckham…what more could a girl want? Yesterday, finished up some Christmas shopping and wrote a news report about the tank in Cuenca in Quichua. Funny how missing a few vital words totally turns the piece around. For lack of a legitimate news vocabulary, we decided to say that it was a turtledove that made us stay and watch. Don’t ask me why. I still don’t completely understand.

More and more, I’m really getting ready to come home. My family here has been wonderful – they take care of me, feed me and are generally nice people – but for Pete’s sake, we have no Christmas tree, no Nativity, not a single bleedin’ light! Plus, it’s 70 degrees every day and while I’m not exactly thrilled for Boston in the dead of winter, it just doesn’t feel like Christmas here. We have Christmas movie watching support groups to combat the struggle: “Elf” last weekend, I believe “Love Actually” is on the list and there’s been an all out search party to get our hands on “Home Alone” (We’ve found 3 but not the original…who in their right mind watches 3?!). I can’t wait for non-high altitude cooking, drinking cold milk (I don’t do cold powered milk), pancakes, snow (Bet that one will wear off fast), hockey…not to mention the whole family and friends bit. Ecuador has been unbelievable and I love it to pieces, no ifs ands or buts. But the countdown is on.


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Look guys, SALSA!


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Jenna and me at La Bodeguita


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At recess with my niñitos on my last day


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Septimo A with their snowflakes

Mala Kalikimaka? Maybe We’ll Just Stick With Feliz Navidad

Aside from my absolute inability to wake up on time and the ever-present mountain of homework, the beginning of this week is little inspiration for a blog entry. The end, however, is slightly more interesting. Thursday, I said goodbye to my little ones on my last day of teaching.

It’s interesting to see their perspective on different cultures. When I was a kid, I absolutely adored learning words and phrases in different languages, especially for Christmas. I was always the goofy kid with a paper wreath on my head slinging burnt toast on Saint Lucia’s Day (today incidentally) and I’m still the enforcer of all things Polish on Christmas Day. Maybe it’s because I’m over-educated or maybe just because I live in the ultimate melting pot country. But these kids saw absolutely no difference between Happy Christmas or Boze Narodzenie. They said both were French. By the same token they thought Bonjour was Arabic so go figure. I don’t know if I was giving them a sensory overload with two days of world culture lessons (Geography on Tuesday – Did you know that South Africa is apparently part of Australia? Who knew?) but I made it clear that learning Hello in 14 languages was only for fun so one can only hope. It was partially a ploy for a fun, more relaxing week for them but by the same token, I honestly don’t think they learn much beyond the next province. I had to know the important points of the Kenyan economy by third grade and it takes my seventh graders ten minutes just to find Kenya on the map. It’s a different world, my friends. So that’s all for my cultural tangent of incredulity.

Anywho, after that, we decorated Christmas trees on the board and I taught them to make paper snowflakes (the lesson plan of choice for all of my friends teaching here). It was absolutely adorable since they don’t actually get snow here (only on the mountain peaks). Every picture they know of winter or Christmas has kids ice skating, snowball fights, etc. and they were SO meticulous in their designs. At the end of class, when I gave them stickers and put my address on the board, they in turn handed me all kinds of gifts from gum, a paper crown, letters and stuffed animals – all of which obviously belonged to them at some point. In the second class, a few of the girls made little speeches thanking me and saying goodbye. It was honestly one of the most touching moments of my life. I took a ridiculous number of pictures of them and walking to the bus with about a third of them mobbed around, hugging me was not the easiest way to say goodbye – the tears were fighting to come out – but it was a great sendoff.

Twenty minutes later, it was back to the real world for the written part of my Quichua exam and out to lunch for shawarmas with Jenna and Summers. Has anyone in the states even heard of shawarms? They’re these Middle Eastern chicken wraps that are to DIE for. I don’t know how I’ll survive without them. In any case, Thursday night, I had a Bible study with Bruce that we’ve been trying to organize forever and afterwards, Jenna, he and I went out to the Cuban music place where we actually got up the guts to dance. (The good Ecuadorian salsa dancers can be rather intimidating there.)

jueves, diciembre 09, 2004


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Immediately after the tank appears, Bruce hits the ground as a joke, Racek hits the ground for real and Jenna just laughs at the show.


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TANK! (I honestly thought there was some weird paintball game going on)


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Because we are big ol´Boston losers at heart!


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The Cathedral in Cuenca

miércoles, diciembre 08, 2004

Look guys, I'm a seed!

The beginning of last week was pretty typical since the whole city was prepping for the holiday weekend. December 6th is the anniversary of the foundation of Quito and the entire weekend (The Ecuadorian weekend starts around Wednesday or Thursday.) is one long party. Thursday, my friends and I went to the bull fights downtown. There are over a week of fights every day and while I appreciate the cultural experience and all, nope, NOT a fan. We left after four of the six bulls and went back to Racek’s to recoop and eat grilled cheeses to comfort our damaged nerves.

Thursday evening we were all back at Racek’s for her 21st birthday party (essentially a bunch of very tired gringos sitting around on couches listening to Bing Crosby Christmas carols and pondering the wild party we just didn’t have the energy for). All well and good though because at 10, Jenna, Bruce, Megan O’Malley, Racek and I got on the night bus for a 10 hour bus ride to Cuenca for the weekend.

Night busses are a funny phenomenon what with the bizarre sleeping positions, random viewing of “Kangaroo Jack” very loudly in Spanish at 1 am and other such adventures. Note my ingenious quote in the blog title from sometime around 4 am. (I had curled up as if I was stuck in a nut like that scene in Austin Powers. No? Ok, never mind. Let's just move on, shall we?) We rolled into Cuenca around 8, wandered around in our pajamas for a while, found a hostel and had breakfast. After which we immediately got back on a bus for an hour and a half to Cajas National Park. Now, Cajas is supposed to be the “Land of A Thousand Lakes” but when we got there, we were only seeing one and having no energy to hike great distances, we proceeded to be foolish, rowdy college kids running around the one lake, finding puddles – Spanishized to POOD-lay – and laughing at Bruce who got his foot stuck in the mud. After an hour, we were once again back on the bus.

After lunch back in Cuenca and milling around the plazas, we went down to the river to chill for a bit. It became quite an adventure. We heard some ruckus but didn’t really know what was going on until we turned the opposite direction and saw a tank heading down the road towards us. Never ones to pay a great deal of attention to silly things like potentially dangerous situations, we all watched in awe as the demonstration down the street and the tank got into full swing. Eventually, an officer dude came over to inform us that there was some throwing of rocks and that perhaps we shouldn’t sit directly in the middle of a riot. So we crossed the river. No big deal. We hung around for a few hours taking pictures and completely violating program rules as the demonstrators threw explosives and the tank for some unknown reason kept retreating. Good times, good times.

After a nice dinner, we once again found ourselves spent for energy and crashed. The next morning, we went to a nearby village market to shop, milled around the city some more, listened to a drum line performance in the park and by 10 we were back on the bus to Quito. I could have stood for another day there but Sunday was a wonderfully full day of making cookies and watching movies like “Elf” to get into the Christmas spirit.

martes, noviembre 30, 2004


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Thanksgiving with Bruce, Megita (aka Summers), me and Jenna... my favorite people in South America


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Toasting on Thanksgiving

¿Como se dice "Gobble Gobble" en español?

Saturday the 20th was the ultimate and coolest collision of worlds. My parents came down to visit for a week! In typical me fashion, I managed to dig up a boat load of schoolwork to stress over but in the end, we all had a fantastic time. Bruce, Hannah and I all had family members arriving on the same flight so we hung around the airport being somewhat wired and illogically nervous (OK, that was just me). Sunday, my host dad took my parents and me to Otavalo (the first indigenous market I went to in August) and to Cuicocha (the lake where I went on the hike with my Quichua class). It was so odd being the one that´s supposed to be the expert. I think the theme of the day should have been “Communication Breakdown,” especially when it came to translating the lunch menu. But we all had a great time and after church, my parents came over to meet six of my eight sisters and brothers-in-law and the two little ones. At least they all speak English!

Monday, I brought my parents to the university to poke around and have lunch. They had the afternoon to themselves while I had my nervous breakdown of the week over classes. But as most of you know, they come and go like the tides. That night we ended up eating at my house, though it wasn´t exactly dinner (another communication breakdown) but afterwards, my host parents drove us around the old town which is gorgeous and lit up at night. It was kinda hard balancing my very gregarious host family with my much chiller real fam but all went well.

Tuesday was amazing. I brought them to the school where I teach to meet my kids. I taught a lesson last week on asking questions, interviewing, etc. but never told the classes why. So my parents walked in as an absolute and very well received surprise. The kids got to conduct an interview in English and loved it, my parents were amazing with them. I thought I would have to do a lot of translating but they had it perfectly under control. They gave out stickers, markers and all kinds of fun stuff before we left to go get pizza. Then, they came to my Quichua class. Now, Quichua is the coolest class in the world due to the chillness of the prof and everyone in it but freshman year, I was the only kid that brought the ´rents to class when the prof asked us to so I wasn´t sure how this one was going to go. It was awesome! Everyone had to ask my parents ridiculous questions like “How many bottles do you drink?” and “Where was Christina´s first kiss?” for half an hour and then they left and we learned. It was perfect and everyone had a blast. Dinner that night was an awesome steak place downtown where we all got unbelievable $6 filet mignon. Gotta love South America.

Wednesday, I went to class and left the parents to their own devices visiting the churches. After class, I ran around shopping for yams for our big Thanksgiving dinner. Grr, South America! The translation of yam is “camote.” The first supermarket I went to had about three of them and they were purple so I figured I should go to a bigger store. I finally get there after buying all the brown sugar and marshmallows only to find that apparently, South America doesn´t believe in sweet potatos…¡Que horror! On the other hand, I rand into my parents by accident and they convinced me that five boxes of mac and cheese would serve the Americans just fine. So I dashed home, made two vats of mac and cheese, dashed back to the hotel and we all went to dinner at the same steak place. After dinner, I took them to the Cuban place where I go to listen to live music. We kinda debated on going in but when we finally did, I couldn´t tear my dad away until 1 AM! Nevermind that I kinda fell asleep directly in front of the band…

Thursday, I took the day off and we went down to Saquisilí, the lesser known indigenous market to shop around and explore for a few hours, had lunch at a beautiful old hacienda, and tried to visit Cotopaxi, the volcano nearby but it was so cloudy we literally could not even tell it was there. And this is a BIG mountain.

Thursday night, we had a huge Thanksgiving dinner for the whole group at Adrián´s house. And when I say huge, I am dead serious (at least for me with the family of 9). The twelve of us, our director and her husband, Adrián´s host family, my parents, Bruce´s parents, brother and sister, two other gringa sisters, our guide from Peru and his girlfriend. It was a perfect Thanksgiving dinner with all the right food (except yams which no one seemed to miss), listening to Christmas carols and generally being the merry bunch that we are.

Friday morning, my parents flew home. I went to class after being up since five with them, came home putzed around and promptly fell asleep for fourteen hours. The weekend was a quiet one writing papers and watching “Love Actually” to get in the Christmas spirit.


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Pre-gaming Ecuadorian style...
3 hours before the game in the pouring rain


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Me, Bruce and Racek getting ridiculously decked out before the game

lunes, noviembre 29, 2004


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With Alegria, my niece