Sunday, September 20, 2009

happy eid

in a country with 96 % catholics and 3% christian, i have yet to find a mosque, a muslim, or any sort of community i can spend this amazingly special day with

so i just did the morning prayers on my own, and i think maybe ill make a cake or something later tonight, cause they dont have many of the ingredients here i need to make the traditional arabic desserts that would be eaten on eid

*update: i just went to the store and ran into the rum section.. so i proceeded to buy walnuts, rum, and vanilla ice cream to make rum nuts ice cream~ <3>

Monday, September 14, 2009

otavalo aka spoke too soon x2

this past weekend we went to a city called otavalo where the majority of indigenous people live, the spoken language is kichua and its surrounded by 3 huge volcanoes called imbabura, mojanda, and cotocachi. otavalo used to be all farming communities but with the growth of tourism, the town has begun to focus more on making artesanias (handicrafts) which have made the mercados (markets) a very popular stop for toursist, so much so that it has become the town's main industry. depending on traffic its usually a 2 hour drive from quito..unfortunately sometimes the main road has lots of traffic, or ya konw.. landslides :D like on our return trip so we had to take a different route through mountain back roads.. took 4 hours instead

anyway this place is amazing, i loved it SO much
we went al mercado de animales which was a huge piece of land where people would just stand around with animals like cows, goats, lots of chickens, roosters, puppies and guinea pigs.. it was so crazy and chaotic.. many of the people selling the animals literally just had a bag full of guinea pigs, or crates of puppies.. it was kinda sad, but SOOO adorable <3>

after lunch we went to un taller de instrumentos (music workshop) where a guy showed us how to make all these really cool and popular instruments in ecuador and he played each of them too, it was AWESOME and at the very end, he brought out his entire family which consisted of himself, his 2 daughters who were probly about 13 and 16 and his son who was no older than 5 and they all played this one song for us, each of them had an instrument/job.. it was like a family band.. so great. then we had dinner and by this time everyone was about to fall asleep on their food cause we had to wake up at 5 30 in the morning and many of us didnt really sleep on the bus, terrence and i for example ended up just talking the entire way there cause neither of us could fall asleep, despite our attempts.. anyway by the time we finished dinner and arrived to our next place it was like 10pm .. we went to some shaman presentation, in which a woman performed rituals on 2 girls and 2 guys though each one took about a half hour, and after the first 2 girls, half of us were asleep, the other half were getting/giving massages or head scratches or back scratches :D jaja, we were all pretty much delerious but i mean it was sorta interesting the first time.. it consisted of various sayings in kichua, spitting out alcohol, and smoking about a couple dozen cigarets.. ok that probly sounds sarcastic but that was really what she did.. i probly woulda apprecaited it a lot more had i not been fighting so hard to stay awake.. anyway we finally left at about 1am and arrived to a hotel where everyone passed out in their rooms, but before i slept i decided to take a shower since im not really a morning shower person, and there was HOT water and POWERFUL water pressure.. it was SOOO nice to have hot water and pressurized shower heads again, i think i just stood in the shower for like an extra 10 minutes :p

the next morning we walked through a national park, it was so beautiful and at the very end of the trail, there was a HUGE waterfall.. a few friends and i climbed on some rocks to try to get as close to it as possible.. it was actually quite breathtaking standing so close.. we went to some other hikes around the city and learned some other stuff but none that i can remember at the moment, the waterfall was really the best part of the day.. oh yea, and we walked through a raptor zoo, that was cool too, and at the end there was a presentation with this guy who trained the birds.. we got to hold one of the birds on our gloves too.. it was just pure badassery

and of course i would have a bunch of pictures and video to upload except when i was in the fruit market my camera was stolen right out of my pocket, and i didnt even notice.. which i feel really stupid about and i spent most of my saturday being kinda bummed out.. funny thing is after we got robbed i told roxy, i wonder if i would rather be robbed or pick pocketed, and we couldnt come up with an answer.. well know i have one.. definitely pick pocketed.. sigh, when will i learn to shut my mouth :p i dont know if i should buy a new camera, and if so should i just buy some cheap one or a nicer one.. and i would have to buy it from the US cause electronics down here are SO expensive.. then again everyone else will take a bajillion pictures from all our trips and post them on fb anyway, but there's something so satisfying about taking your own... i dunno, havnet really decided yet .. i dun think i can go another 5 months without taking pictures.. i also am now like 200 dollars in debt cause i had to repay for my phone and now my camera is gone, but i wanna travel.. so i really have to see about money sths.. anyway that was the only downer about this past weekend.. besides that, i felt like i was on a high almost the entire time, it was so beautiful

its odd cause overall i really love it here, and i couldnt imagine myself being anywhere else, but it seems as though when im on my highest highs, i get robbed :D i mean i have already set a record for times being robbed in quito for the k program.. jaja i dunno, its just odd how much i feel as though im being challenged by things here, but not things you would expect.. sure the language barrier is hard and making friends is even harder and the milk and yogurt here just inst the same and.. well the list could go on, but those are all things i already knew would happen.. and though they're a constant challenge, they're not the things that are really getting to me like they are with some other students here.. rather, getting robbed with a knife or pick pocketed are the things that are just bringin me down and are causing me to think a lot about things.. like the real reason people rob.. is it to feed their families, take care of medical bills, what's the reason.. i wont really ever know but i do know that my phone and camera arent being kept as a phone or camera, they're being sold for money..who knows for what.. the poverty here is really high.. *sigh its conflicting

despite all thats happened though, im thinking in staying for 9 months.. call me crazy

well, i think thats all for now
hope everyone's doing well

Monday, September 7, 2009

i spoke too soon

basically roxanne and i were walking home from a supermaxi with the ingredients to make cooooooooookies, and on our way, there was some guy that passed us on the street and then about 20 feet infront of us turned around.. he looked lost, but he actually just had a knife. on our right was a bunch of lanes of trafic and on the left was a huge cement wall.. i thought about running, i thought about saying i didnt have my phone with me, i thought about a lot of things.. amazing how many thoughts your mind can process in just a matter of seconds.. roxanne was walking closest to the wall so she was able to pass him, but he kind of walked up to me with a knife and pushed me against the wall.. all he wanted was my phone, so i gave it to him.. we walked back to the supermaxi shocked, found a phone and called one of our parents.. granted it wasnt even dark out, only 4pm.. but anyway my mom couldnt come get me from literally FIVE minutes away cause some guy was installing shelves in her house so roxanne´s mom came to get us, an HOUR later..

*sigh-- the phone wasnt really a big issue, i have already replaced it.. actually considering everything, we´re really lucky since that day we had our passports with us to get our censos.. but now just walking around our relatively safe neighborhood.. i cant seem to relax.. every guy i see i hesitate and hold my breathe wondering if anything will happen.. i also feel lucky that roxanne was with me at the time. since then we´ve walked around everywhere together, and that night after we made cookies, we fell asleep in her bed watching a movie.. neither of us really felt like being alone i guess...

being robbed took me by surprise, no doubt, but i have to say they did warn us a bajillion and 10 times about the possibility of it happening.. what bothered me the most is that my mom wouldnt leave to come pick me and roxanne up after what had just happened.. she suggested taking a taxi instead.. as if we really felt like getting in a car with another stranger after that happened.. it just seemed cold to me..

anyway, i guess its an experience..

i just walk around a lot more paranoid now and i HATE it.. we went to a new discotec in the weekend, and some guy screamed ¨baila¨ louder than the music or any other noises.. and although it just means dance, for some reason it freaked me out a lot, i think its just cause it was in a small place with very bright flashing lights and reminded me of somone robbing the place with a gun.. i dunno, i konw that probably sounds crazy ..anyway roxanne and i left with a few people to go to the more familiar discotec where we spent the rest of the night drinking and dancing

the best of it all is that earlier that day i said to roxanne.. ¨now wouldnt this be the worst day to get robbed, jajajaja¨ . . . . . *sigh

my first 3 weeks here have been amazing.. though since we were robbed, iv just been craving a familiarity that i cant seem to find anywhere