I had forgotten, or just not fully realized, how important good friends are. Friends are one of the key elements that makes life fun. Humor, personality, excitement, motivation, all of these are elements that friends add.
I'm in what many people would call an exotic nation with a budget enough to have a few small adventures, but I'm bored out of my mind and I can't wait to get back home. Because all of my friends, the people I want to have adventures with, are home. Sure I've made "friends" here, but no one that I want to, and no one that wants to, go on adventures.
Ah well. I must make the most of my time down here, whatever that form is. Even if it's laying around reading. I've done more reading down here than I have in the past year. It's been wonderful. I just can't let Sarah and Rafa with their personalities and their thoughts on what I "should" be doing with my time bug me.
Ta-ta! I am off to do some reading! But this is not for pleasure, it's for my class. Blargh? Probably. This textbook has four different authors, each one with a different voice. One chapter will be some what fun to read, the next will be dry and boring. It's a roller coaster, and not the fun type.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
On Life, Books and Stone Farms
Finally the sun is starting to come out! Perhaps now I will be able to dry my clothes. They have been busy living in their own dampness for two days, so now they are on a quick wash cycle to get rid of that mildew that must have been partying, and then I can put them on the line. As long as it does not rain...
Plenty of things have happened since the last time I posted. Including a hiking trip that took me up to 16,000 feet, and a 12 mile downhill bike ride. More recently though, Monday was a strange day. I pretty much had an emotional break down, it was great! I laid around eating chocolate, watching Dr. Who and alternating between sobbing and sleeping in bed. Why? BECAUSE YOU HATE ME, THAT'S WHY! *cough* No, that's really not why. I'm not 100% sure, various different reasons. But not to worry, that day is passed.
Plenty of things have happened since the last time I posted. Including a hiking trip that took me up to 16,000 feet, and a 12 mile downhill bike ride. More recently though, Monday was a strange day. I pretty much had an emotional break down, it was great! I laid around eating chocolate, watching Dr. Who and alternating between sobbing and sleeping in bed. Why? BECAUSE YOU HATE ME, THAT'S WHY! *cough* No, that's really not why. I'm not 100% sure, various different reasons. But not to worry, that day is passed.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
My First Post From Ecuador
So, I'm in Ecuador. Shocking! It's...pretty. But it is 100% a different culture. It's tough going into a new culture, and I knew that, but I had forgotten how tough. The last two times I've suffered from culture shock my performance in school plummeted. I almost failed the 5th grade the first time. Luckily I know how to deal with culture shock a *little* bit better than when I was ten and twelve. But only a little bit.
I'm taking Spanish classes, which are fun. My instructor loves tequila, is Catholic, is very opinionated about drugs (against) and speaks decent enough English that we can understand each other. But taking Spanish for 20 hours a week, with no class to hide in is very mentally and emotionally taxing. Last week there was a day that by the end of the first hour I wanted to go into the bathroom and just cry. But I didn't! I've taken two weeks so far, and I can read bits and pieces of signs and childrens books and understand one or two spoken sentences that are spoken outside of the classroom. But I can't yet speak much beyond asking how a person is. Which is difficult and frustrating. I can do so much while I'm down here, but in order to do the things I would like to do my Spanish needs to be at a much, much, much higher level. Hopefully another three weeks will help to correct that.
I'm taking Spanish classes, which are fun. My instructor loves tequila, is Catholic, is very opinionated about drugs (against) and speaks decent enough English that we can understand each other. But taking Spanish for 20 hours a week, with no class to hide in is very mentally and emotionally taxing. Last week there was a day that by the end of the first hour I wanted to go into the bathroom and just cry. But I didn't! I've taken two weeks so far, and I can read bits and pieces of signs and childrens books and understand one or two spoken sentences that are spoken outside of the classroom. But I can't yet speak much beyond asking how a person is. Which is difficult and frustrating. I can do so much while I'm down here, but in order to do the things I would like to do my Spanish needs to be at a much, much, much higher level. Hopefully another three weeks will help to correct that.
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