Police, the Post Office, and Car Crashes

So, again, it's been a while since I've written but I have SO much to catch up on, so get ready for a little bit of reading :)

I wanted to start by telling a couple stories. Last week Sierra, Angela and I were invited to come over to our Ecuadorian friend Alejandro's house, which located on the other side of La Mariscal and Plaza Foch from my house. (La Mariscal is the district that has all the discotecas, bars, and the happening night life, and Plaza Foch is a plaza at the center of it all) So we started off from my house, walking towards Plaza Foch together, through crowded streets full of cars and sidewalks full of people, and past loud bars and clubs. At one point, we were crossing the street at an intersection in front of a police car full of 5 policemen. First of all, I want to add that the policemen here really don't appear to do very much. They always ride around together in their cars, not enforcing any traffic laws. I have yet to see a policeman here who really appears to be doing his job. Anyway, we were walking across the street right in front of this police car. At the moment when we were directly in front of them, they turned on their siren for just a split second, to scare us. It worked, and we all jumped out of our britches and squealed. I looked at the policemen and they were all laughing, thoroughly enjoying their joke. They continued laughing and looking at us until we were out of sight. I was totally infuriated at their complete lack of respect, and I could hardly believe what they had just done. So we kept walking, and then about 5 minutes later, the same police car comes driving up next to us and sets of their siren at us AGAIN. I was beside myself with disbelief. How horrible! Policemen are supposed to enforce the law and keep the peace, and be people you can trust! Clearly not in Ecuador. It's well known that the police are corrupt, which is a pretty scary thought. 

My next story is about the lovely process of obtaining a package from the post office. My mom sent me a bunch of clothes and shoes and stuff that I was eagerly awaiting. The day finally arrived when a letter came to our director's office saying I  had to go to the post office to claim my package. First of all, that in itself is annoying. The package should be sent to the address that it says on it. It is very inconvenient that the recipient has to go pick it up themselves. But I was okay with it. I was mostly just happy that it arrived at all because it's pretty common for packages to go missing. Sierra also got a package in the mail, so we decided to go find our way to the post office the next day and claim our packages. The next day, after arriving at the post office, the process began. We were meeting our Ecuadorian friend Danny there, who we thought could make the process smoother, cheaper, and more efficient. All Ecuadorians are always late (haha, HUGE generalization), so of course we ended up waiting longer than we had anticipated. But finally, the process began. This is how it happened:

1. We went up to the window with the slips we got in the mail to claim our packages. After standing there for about 5 minutes waiting for him to finish his conversation with his coworker (bad customer service is VERY common here), he finally turned and told us that we needed to give him 2 copies of our Censos (Ecuadorian ID). 

2. We ran across the street to a copy center and asked to have 2 black and white copies of each of our Censos. The guy didn't really listen to us very well, because it took a few times for him to verify exactly what we wanted. 

3. With our copies, we ran back across the street and handed them, with our slip, to the man behind the counter. After signing some things, we had to pay him a dollar to even have him go look for our packages. He gave us a slip to give to someone at the next window. 

4. After waiting for more employees to finish their conversations, we handed in our slips, which went into a pile with some others. 

5. We waited for our names to be called. 

6. When my name was called, I was taken into the back to find my package. I identified it, and the guy proceeded to open my package and look inside it to check what was in it and determine the value. He taped it back up and told me to go back out and wait. 

7. I went back out and waited again for my name to be called. It was, finally, and I was led to sit down at a desk where a woman showed me on a computer screen that I would need to pay $21.60 to claim my package. I guess anything over 4 kilos gets charged. That would have been good to know beforehand.

8. After she told me this, she gave me a piece of paper that I needed to take to the Bank counter and pay for. I did so, and got a receipt from the bank saying I paid. 

9. I returned to the woman with the slip, but she was busy conversing with coworkers so I had to wait until she was ready to do her job. She finally turned to me, only to say that I needed to go make a copy of the receipt that I had just been given. 

10. So I ran back across the street, made another copy, and ran back. 

11. I gave her the copy and she slowly and in between conversation fixed the forms up and stapled them and such. She then gave them to me and told me to wait in another line.

12. I did. And after about 5 minutes, I handed over my paperwork, signed some stuff, was taken again back into the mailroom and was given my package. 

Honestly, probably the most ridiculous experience I have had with the governmental system of Ecuador yet. It is shocking how bad their work ethic is, and the fact that I had to PAY to pick up MY package, and that they had the right to just look through it is RIDICULOUS. That's socialism for you. But I finally got my lovely package with all my things, so eventually everything was okay :)

So moving on to my next story... the other day I was sitting at my desk doing my homework when I heard a really loud crash outside my window. I looked out down at the street and I saw a car on its side rocking back and forth, people running to the scene from all directions, and the other car that hit it maneuvering its way around the accident and speeding away, past onlookers yelling at it to stop. People came out and tried to work together to flip the car over, but couldn't. Eventually it became apparent that everyone was all right and the ambulance came and everything, but it was just a freaky situation. It just really surprised me that the other car, after hitting this tiny car and flipping it on it's side, just sped off without checking to see if everyone was okay. 

I've been having some pretty crazy experiences here... 

Awkward and Epiphanies

So, I guess I have a bit of catching up to do, since I haven't written for a while. Things are going pretty well here-- a little complicated in my personal life, but it's working itself out the way it should and I don't really want to go into that in this blog. 

School is coming to a plateau, in other words I'm losing my motivation in class. I think the reason for that is because first of all, none of my classes are very hard, so I don't really have to study for any of them, and second of all, none of them are really counting towards my major, so I feel like they don't really matter. I need to turn on the good student switch in my brain so I can make the most of my time in classes here, which will help my spanish improve. 

It's just funny how huge of a difference my academic life is here than it is in Corvallis. At OSU I study ALL the time (the library is my second home), and do ALL of my homework, and basically what I am learning in school is a major part of my life (as it should be, since I'm at college for a reason). But here, I don't ever really need to go to the library here and since classes are so easy I have time to do a lot of other things. Here, I'm just not worrying about academics. It's actually a really nice break, and I'm really glad that this is how it has worked out. It's kind of given me an opportunity to see a different side of myself, the side that doesn't include the studious library resident. I've ha the opportunity to think more about the people I am spending my time with here, and building relationships with those people. It's also given me more time to explore this country and learn about the culture. I have also been very stress-free which is a very nice break. 

The thing that I am learning though, as lame as this may sound, is that I actually really like who I am when I am at OSU, because I really love how I have to organize my time, be efficient, and be learning constantly. For example, I totally miss having to use my planner to write in all of the assignments and when they're do in different colors and with little boxes next to them to check off when they're finished. I guess I miss having a full busy day, and I miss having to work out exactly what I need to do with my time. This has showed me a lot about my personality and what I want my life to be like. Right now, I am totally fine with this break, but I guess this has just showed me that I can handle a lot more, and that I ENJOY handing a lot more. This is really encouraging to me, since I plan on being a doctor. I'm learning that I really do need to have a life that has a good amount of busy time to it, and a lot of constant learning. I know that I wouldn't be fulfilled doing something that gave me a ton of free time and little responsibility. 

Anyway, so there's a nice little epiphany I've gotten out of my time here so far. Another thing that I've learned while being here is how to completely let go and go with the flow and have no clue what is going on and no control to change it and to just accept it and be okay with it. There have been so many instances where I have just had no idea what was going on, or how long I would have to wait for something. I would say I'm a pretty inquisitive person who likes to understand her surroundings and what's going on around her, so when a language and culture barrier prevents that, it makes a funny, uncomfortable, or frustrating situation. I'm totally okay with that now, and I'm getting better at just accepting that. I think ultimately it will be really good for my character, because it will take a lot for me to get uptight or stressed about something, and I will learn to accept things that I can't control. 

On a less serious note, as I've been learning that language here I've realized that a major part of a person's personality and the way that they are able to express themselves is due to the language that they use, and that can't always translate over into a different language. When I talk to me Ecuadorian friends, I have realized that I don't always feel like myself, and the reason for that is because I'm speaking in spanish and can't use all the little words or phrases or undertones that I use in my English communication. 

One example is that there is no direct translation for the word "awkward" in the spanish language. My friends and I have been trying to find a way to express the word awkward, and we've been asking Ecuadorians, and trying to explain how the word is actually used. We've basically concluded that there really is no way to express exactly what the one simple word "awkward" expresses in English, which is really a shame, because awkward pretty much sums up the majority of our encounters and experiences here.

While I'm on the subject of awkward, I thought I might tell a little story about something pretty embarrassing  and funny that happened to me. I have a friend here, Annie, whose host parents are poets, and in the process of selling a poetry book that they just completed. Annie invited me and two other friends to come to a poetry reading of there's. We came and sat through the presentation (it was incredibly boring and difficult  to understand and I was fidgeting the whole time), and when it ended we got up and Annie said that she wanted to introduce us to her Abuelita (grandma). We followed her through the crowd over to this woman sitting on the edge of all the commotion. Annie greeted her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and they exchanged a little bit of small talk. She looked kind of old enough to be a grandma, and I just figured she was her Abuelita. Annie hadn't introduced any of us to her, and we were all kind of awkwardly standing around, so I thought it would be a good idea to introduce myself. I leaned down to her to give her a greeting kiss on the cheek and said, "Hola, soy Breanna." The woman smiled awkwardly and gave me kind of a weird look, and didn't really say anything. Then Annie and the others said Chao and started slowly walking away, pulling me with them. As you can probably guess, that woman was NOT Annie's Abuelita, so I had just made a big gringa fool of myself. I don't know if I explained it well enough to give justice to how funny and horribly awkward it was, but we seriously could not stop laughing afterwards, and whenever we remind ourselves of it it's just as funny.

Another pretty horrible thing happened on the University campus when Sierra and I were walking along and talking about Ecuadorians and dating. We were talking about how it would just be a bad idea to date an Ecuadorian because of the fact that we would be going home in three months and because of the cultural difference and everything. I don't remember which one of us it was who said it, but one of us blurted out in a very audible volume, "Yeah, I would NEVER date an Ecuadorian." During our conversation, we had been oblivious to the fact that we were walking right behind two Ecuadorian guys, and at the moment we said that, they both turned around with looks of amused disbelief (We often forget that every student on the PUCE campus can speak at least a little bit of English, since it's required to be accepted into the University). We were speechless for a split second, then began sputtering out the explanation as to why we thought that, but it was too late, and nothing we could have said could have made them change their mind that we were a couple of conceited and ethnocentric gringas from the US, further supporting the general stereotype. We felt HORRIBLE and hoped that we never saw them again and that they didn't tell anyone what had happened.

Well, I hope you have enjoyed what I've had to say about my experience.  There will be more to come soon. 

Chao!

Getting into the rhythm

So, I feel like it's about time to write another post. I haven't written for a few reasons: I haven't really had time, I haven't really felt like writing, but mostly because I haven't really needed to. 

Before I left for this trip, I was really unsure about, well pretty much everything, but for one, how I was going to react. How I was going to adapt to my brand new and terrifyingly different environment. I didn't worry too much about it though, because I figured that I would find my way through it all and be just fine. I did have in the back of my mind the idea that I would cry a lot, and be homesick. But honestly, I have really surprised myself. I've been here for almost a month and I only cried once on my second night here. 

I don't know if it's the fact that I have a bunch of people from Oregon here with me--we all latched onto each other in the first few days--or if it's because my host mom and sister are just amazing and make me feel very comfortable and at home, but I am glad to say that I am not homesick. I am loving it here.

I have gradually been starting to appreciate the little things about this place that are so unique, new, and unlike anything I've ever experienced. I love the people--I haven't quite been able to pin down exactly what it is about them, but they are just so different than americans. I'll figure it out and find an eloquent way to say it. 

But the thing that I love the most about this place is how I feel. I feel so free here, so able to be myself. This summer I was kind of depressed because I didn't feel like myself and because I felt alone. I knew that Ecuador would change me, but I didn't know it would happen so quickly without me really knowing it. Obviously I don't feel like I'm a completely different person or anything, I'm just the same old Breanna, but I feel a change inside me that's just starting to bloom. I'm just really happy here, and I feel like being here is really enabling me to completely be myself. 

I'm so excited that I get to be here for 4 more months, who knows what will happen and what I will learn! I'm definitely starting to get into the rhythm of things, too. I wake up in the mornings, shower, drink the freshly blended juice made by my host mom, take the bus to school, go to classes, eat a huge lunch, spend time with my friends, more classes, go home on the bus, hang out with my host family, do homework, go to bed. Of course there are a lot of interesting things that happen during and in between all that. That's just the outline.

Anyway I'll write more soon. I do have to catch you all up on all the awesome things I've been doing, but right now I just don't have time! 

Hasta la pasta :)

First Days in Ecuador

Classes

8.18.08....... Day 6

So, today I developed a real appreciation for my lovely Oregon University, and not to mention the USA. This morning I woke up, showered and left for school in the rain. I walked a little ways then caught a bus and met everyone on campus. We walked to the Linguistics building, where we were to have our first class of the day, Spanish. First, we had to figure out where we needed to go. Here, figuring out your schedule doesn't happen months before your classes begin, it happens sometime during the first week of class. We all knew that we were at least registered for our Spanish classes, which take place from 9 to 12 monday through friday, but that's all we know. We won't be officially registered for any other classes until friday, because we need to wait and see if those classes even get enough students signed up to make them official. It's pretty annoying, and I was stressed out for a while until I was reassured by my resident director how the process works, and that most likely I will be able to get the classes I want. 

I do know that I will for sure be able to be in the Ecuadorian Amazon class, which is awesome. I also know that the yoga class is going to happen, I just don't know the room  number, so I'm going to go back to her tomorrow to figure that out. Yoga will be SO good for me here. I need a way to relieve my stress, and yoga will be perfect for that. 

So, as of now, I'm feeling pretty good about my classes situation, and I think it's all going to be okay. It was just weird because today all I had was my spanish class and then I went home!

I wanted to walk home to get some exercise and to take a look in some stores that I had been passing. On my walk home, I went into a department store that I think was a little bit lower end. I was looking for some nice shoes and a nice jacket, just so I could look less like a scrub compared to the Ecuadorianas. I didn't find anything. I kept walking and looked in the next store I saw. I felt really awkward walking around but it was fun. I grabbed some jackets and tried them on but they totally didn't fit my torso. Ecuadorians are really short and have short bodies, and these clothes were clearly made for them. While I was looking around in the women's department, I noticed that the mannequins look a little different than the ones in the US. They have giant booties and are very curvy. I thought that was awesome. Oh, and later when I was watching TV, I saw an infomercial for jeans without back pockets that supposedly lift and shape your butt. Haha, so funny. All the women in america want to be skinny and the ones here want to accentuate their curves. Pretty awesome. I tried on some shoes too and noticed that the sizing is different here. In the US I'm a 7 1/2 and here I'm a 38. 

After my shopping adventure I decided to stop by the bank to ask if I can cash my traveler's checks (so far NO place has accepted them, and I have a lot, so I need to figure out what to do with them). I walked into the bank past security guards and couldn't figure out what line to stand in. There were three that were for different things that I didn't understand and none of them were moving at all. Everything's a lot slower in Ecuador. People stroll along the street at a leisurely pace and don't hurry to get things done. That was how it was in the bank too, but of course no one seemed to care. But I did! Because I'm American.  I didn't want to stand there all day just to ask a question, plus I didn't even know if I was in the right line! So I left to see if the ATMs were working. Of course they weren't, so I decided to try again another day. Tomorrow I think I also want to go explore the Marriott hotel, which is three blocks from my hotel. I think it's a good place for my parents to stay when they come visit. 

Anyway, I got home and had lunch with Mony, which was fun, and then we watched the OC, in English, with spanish subtitles. It was the highlight of my day. I love that show. It totally reminds me of home. Then she left for class and I hung out at home and did my Spanish homework. 

When Cory got home we all had coffee and bread with jam together, which seems to be a custom here. There's no dinner. Instead there's coffee and a little snack, which I like. I'm going to go to bed soon and class again tomorrow!

Chao! (that's how they say bye here)

A Broken Bubble

8.17.08..........Day 5

My host mom, sister and I woke up early to get ready for a trip to Latacunga, which is 2 hours south of where we live in Quito. My host mom's best friend Loli lives there with here husband (who is from Holland, I learned) and their 16 year old son and 19 year old daughter. I didn't really know what we were going to be doing there, so I couldn't really prepare myself for anything. I just figured we'd go eat almuerzo and come back. I didn't realize what that might entail. 

So we started off, driving south through Quito. We turned onto a steep cobblestone road with hairpin turns that took us past antique, colorful houses lining the narrow street and clinging to the steep terrain. We were going too fast for me to get any decent pictures, but I swear I'll go back there before I leave to document how cute it was. After a major elevation change we reached a southbound 3 lane freeway with no speed limit posted. I noticed that everyone just drives however quickly they want on it. The scenery began to change from hills encrusted with buildings to hills with a little more greenery and trees. The highway also followed along a ridge, so I got a nice panoramic view of Quito and the mountains. As we drove south, the land became greener and greener and farms started appearing. 

One thing that I noticed that made me really happy was that they have Pampus Grass here. I don't know if you know what that is, but it's really common on the Oregon coast and I've seen it in people's yards in Beaverton, too. I just think it's awesome that Quito Ecuador has the exact same plant as Oregon. Little things like that give me a little bit of strength, because they remind me of home and give me some comfort in the middle of all the unfamiliar. Another thing that makes me feel better is that they play a lot of American music here, and today I even got to watch The OC on tv IN ENGLISH. It was amazing. They have a love of American shows here, that they show with Spanish subtitles.

Okay, so back to our trip... I saw two dead dogs on the side of the road, which was horrible; I have never seen a dead dog before. There are a lot of wild dogs that just roam around here, so I guess it's just as common as hitting a raccoon. But I also saw a lot of cows grazing in green fields, which I loved, and didn't think existed around here. 

The mountain Cotopaxi is very near Latacunga, so as we drove we got closer and closer to it. Right now it's dusted with snow and it was an amazing sight. Cotopaxi is the world's largest active volcano, and is 12,500 feet tall from it's base--bigger than Mt. Hood, which is 11,249 feet tall. 

We finally reached Latacunga, which is a small rural town with farms and also a very cute antique district, with narrow streets lined with tall uninterrupted buildings with balconies and interesting old architecture. The family we visited lives in the antique area, so I got to see a little bit of it. We came inside the house and I met the everyone, who were all very nice. I got a tour of their large house and then sat down with Gabi and the son (whose name I forget). They were talking and making jokes together and not really including me in the conversation at all, which I was okay with for the moment.

After a little while, Gabi, Mony (the daughter) and the son walked a couple blocks to a nail salon. Mony was getting a manicure and asked if I wanted one. It was only $2.50 so I thought, "why not? My first manicure will be in Latacunga Ecuador." It was a pretty funny and awkward experience. First of all, I've never gotten a manicure before so I don't know what I'm supposed to do, second of all the girl who was doing my nails didn't speak any English, and lastly I had just bitten my nails pretty short the night before, so there wasn't much to work with. I also didn't have the vocabulary to talk about fingernails. Gaby kept laughing at my lack of communication skills and translating for me. It was enjoyable, though. I was in a good mood and just chuckled to myself about how funny the whole situation was. The manicure was actually really amazing. She rubbed my hands with sugar and oils to soften them, filed my tiny fingernails and buffed them, rubbed lotion on them and dipped them in hot wax then put them in plastic baggies and mitts until the wax hardened a little. She peeled off the wax and then asked me how I wanted my nails pained. I chose a bright orange color with diagonal white tips, which I though was kind of ridiculous but perfect for the first time. It was funny watching her try her best to paint the details on my tiny pinkie nails. They turned out very pretty and I payed my $2.50 and we went back to the house. 

The adults finished preparing the meal and we sat down to eat. I was feeling okay about my lack of communication skills at the beginning, but when I realized that I couldn't really effectively be a part of any conversation, I started losing confidence with my spanish and became very uncomfortable and unsure of myself. Everyone was very good friends, making jokes, and talking very quickly. I got the jist of conversations occasionally, but I couldn't pick up on most jokes, and I couldn't contribute to the conversation. It was SO frustrating. After everyone realized that I really couldn't understand much, they just stopped talking to me as if I wasn't there, which has never really happened to me and was horrible. I have never felt so uncomfortable and isolated. There I was, sitting at the dinner table of an Ecuadorian family in the middle of Ecuador, South America, trying to eat food that I had never tried before, not understanding what was going on the majority of the time, and thinking to myself, "Wow, I can't even believe that I'm here. What am I doing here? Who are these people?" It was like for a second I stepped outside of myself and the situation and looked in, knowing what I know about who I am and what I've experienced, and just being in disbelief of what was happening. It was a very difficult experience for me. At one point, I left to use the bathroom and tried SO hard to hold back tears. I didn't know when we were going to leave and I really just wanted to get out of there and get back into some sort of comfort bubble, because mine was definitely broken wide open. 

After a little more nearly unbearable time at the dinner table, eating donuts and coffee, which I suppose is the custom after eating a big lunch (my stomach is not accustomed to the amount of food), I followed people around trying to figure out what was going on and when we were going to leave. I think the reason why I was so overwhelmed by everything is because it was just way too much at once, and because I was there for a very long time. The stress just kept building. To my relief, we took a little trip to the family's farm so that the dad could show us his earthworms he's using to make good soil so he can grow Hummus (garbanzo beans, I guess). They also had cows on the farm, and chickens, a pig and some goats. I loved that they had animals there, and Cory took a picture of me petting one of the goats, who was very friendly. 

After that, I felt a lot better, and I think Gaby could tell I was overwhelmed, because she spoke English to me in the car. We got back, hung around for a little while longer, then left for home. During the car ride home I slept, and when I woke up I felt very homesick and strange (You know that weird feeling that you sometimes get after waking up from a nap). I couldn't believe that I was in a car that was driving on a freeway in Ecuador, and the other people in the car had lived there their whole lives. As we drove, I was thinking about how they were probably having the same feeling I would have driving along I84 and through Portland and then onto 26 on my way home. It made me feel very homesick.

We finally got home after dropping Mony off at her apartment (she is going to la Católica too), and I needed to vent. After I did that for a while, thanks to the internet and it's amazing ability to connect people that I now REALLY appreciate, I got into bed and slept, wondering how class would be the next morning.

My first clubbing experience

So, I haven't posted anything in a few days and I have to catch up!

8.16.08......Day 4

On Saturday morning, I woke up early because I was planning on going to go to La Mitad del Mundo (the Equator Monument) with Caroline and Grace, but I decided not to becuase I wanted to sleep more, and I didn't feel like taking a trip out of the city. So I called up Imogene to see what she and Sierra were up to, and they said they were meeting everyone else around 12 to go to the market and explore the city more. That sounded like fun, so I decided to come along. 

I decided to walk the 12 blocks to school to get some exercise, plus I wanted to accustom myself to the city and the streets a little more. The walk was okay, but I didn't notice a single other gringo on my way there, which was a little unnerving. I've never been a minority before, and now I know what it feels like. It's really not a comfortable feeling. It's funny, I totally feel like I stand out, mostly because my clothes are different. But I definitely keep a low profile, and the way I dress must not be very appealing to Ecuadorian men, because I haven't been harassed at all! Love that. That would be a whole other aspect of my life here that would just make me uncomfortable, but thankfully I don't have to deal with it. I must not look too much like a foreigner... maybe it's the Spaniard in my blood. 

So I got safely to La Católica (the university) and soon everyone else showed up and we made our way to the artisan market again (Yay!). This time while I was there, Sierra and I slowly viewed the jewelry at every booth, and I bought 2 pairs of very pretty earrings for practically nothing, along with a pretty cool Ecuadorian bag. At one booth, we made friends with an Ecuadorian guy who passionately went on and on about his time spent living in El Oriente (the Amazon jungle part of the country), among the Indigenous people. He told us about all the crazy animals he saw and the traditions and culture of the Oulas (the people he lived with). He was very nice and asked for my email so he could send me pictures...I know, sounds sketch, but honestly, what can he do with an email address?

After about 20 minutes of talking with this guy (I forget his name!), and multiple worried calls from out friends, Sierra and I finally met back up with them and continued on our exploration. We were wandering around and came across a huge, beautiful Catholic Cathedral, which I later learned was called El Santo Teresita (I think that's right). We went inside and were blown away by the beautiful gothic arches and colorful stained glass windows. After taking pictures (quietly), we all sat down to take in the awe and spirituality that we were feeling just being in there. I wouldn't call myself a "religious" person, but the beauty and scope of that Cathedral definitely put a calming and spiritual feeling in my soul :)

After the church experience, we began the mission of finding something to eat. After wandering around following Max's instincts of where he thought a cafe was, we finally found a place to eat. Unfortunately, when we went inside and after we sat down, we learned that they were out of food. It was about 3 in the afternoon, after the Almuerzo (lunch) hour, which is the biggest meal of the day here, and happens around 1 or 2. We stayed anyway and a couple people ordered Pilsner (the choice beer of Ecuador, which I do not have a taste for). Everyone else got water. When the beer was finished, we left to find a place to eat, and it started raining. 

The rain here is basically like the rain in Oregon. The weather in general is very similar to that of Washington. Just because we're on the gosh darn Equator doesn't mean we're going to have lovely weather, thanks to the topography. So, we found a restaurant called Mi Playita, which means my little beach, which serves seafood. Everyone's appetizer was a bowl of popcorn and salty banana chips, which was strange and not really that enjoyable. The menu consisted of soup, rice, or types of fish and seafood, and combinations of all those. I ordered a plate which I forgot the name of that had fried fish, rice, and fried banana and potato biscuit type things which are salty but kind of sweet at the same time, and need something to go with them for flavor. The platters are served with limes surrounding all the food (for flavor I guess). It took kind of a long time for our food to come, and not all of it came at the same time, which made us really appreciate the skill of restaurants in Los Estados Unidos. When the last plate arrived, I finally got to enjoy my food. The fish was very flavorful, and  it tasted good to mix the fish, banana thing and rice all together, doused in lime. 

After our meal, we left and started back to all of our individual houses to rest before going out on the town Ecuador style. My host sister hadn't told me the details yet, but she said we would probably meet up around 9 in La Mariscal district, in La Plaza Foche, which is called Gringolandia. It took my host sister forever to get her act together and call her friends and tell me where we were going to meet, but we finally figured it out, and my host mom drove us to la Plaza. It was 10 o'clock and I couldn't believe how much traffic and people were out in that area. I guess it's the happening place. And it was TOTALLY Gringolandia--I hadn't seen so many non-Ecuadorians in one place before then. We sat down at a restaurant that was playing American music videos from the 80s: we heard a little bit of Queen, Rod Stewart, Eurythmics, and more music that I just love, so I was happy. We all ordered Pilsner pints to share in pairs, although I only drank probably a quarter of one. I've decided I'm just not going to drink from now on, because I dislike beer so much and  I NEVER want to compromise my safety with alcohol. Plus, I think it's kind of a waste of money. 

Anyway, after chilling at that place for a while, we decided we would leave and drink another Pilsner then find a club para bailar (dancing)! The brother of the boyfriend of one of the girls in my program was with us, so he was showing us around the area. Something that's cool about being here and hanging out with these people is that we speak English and Spanish to each other. In oregon, I never really felt comfortable using my spanish outside of class, but here you kind of have to use it everywhere so when we Oregonians are together, we are just used to speaking spanish, and want to practice it, so we speak both. I like it. We also had to speak spanish to communicate with our Ecuadorian friend Adrien. 

Something that I thought was funny was that there were police all around, patrolling the area to supposedly enforce laws and keep things safe, but they actually don't really care. For example, it's illegal to drink on the streets here, but everyone was doing it anyway, right next to the policemen. The law can be bent here, I guess, which is probably why there is so much crime....

So! The club we finally decided on (after Annie and I followed Adrien into the cheapest club there was, only to learn that it was probably the sketchiest club around, which had 80% men, most of whom looked like big creepers) was one that had about 50% gringos in it and played amazing electronica, techno, and alternative music, along with some hip hop, reggaton and salsa. We danced to songs like Sandstorm, Relax Take it Easy, some Justin Timberlake, and Nelly Furtado. It was totally awesome. Techno/electronica is totally my favorite music to dance to. 

After a few hours of intense dancing we left the club drenched in sweat and smelling like smoke (EW. A lot of people smoke here), we sat outside figuring out how we were going to get home. It was about 2 am and there were indigenous children on the street trying to sell chicle (gum). I felt so bad for them! They needed to be at home in their beds! After I told one girl that I don't have any money, she began admiring my rings and sweetly begging for one of them. I obviously said sorry, no. We finally figured out what was going on and they all walked me home (my house is only about 6 blocks from La Plaza). It was a very fun night, but I was upset that my clothes smelled so bad because it's a hassle to do laundry here. I went to sleep and that was that!