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It’s actually Sunday here, but let’s say it’s Saturday. It’s Saturday in Washington, anyways. I’m writing very late at night, but I lay down in bed and the ‘blog blog blog’ instinct just nagged at me insistently so I figured I should just get it over with. Not that it’s a task or I have anything pressing to discuss, but here I am in any case.
So I went to the U.S. of A.
YEAHHHHH BABY
People ask me, “How was your trip?” and I just make some incoherent noises at them. It was one of the strangest and most amazing weeks of my life. I’m not going to go through and describe it all, since this is my Ecuador blog, but impact-wise, it’s been odd. It seems as though someone up there was looking out for me traveling-wise, since whenever I had a problem or just needed someone since I was having a mini freak out, someone was always there to help me out or point me in the right direction. Thank YOU. I was an emotional wreak; nervous and overjoyed and creeped out and I could cry at the drop of a hat. I missed the exchange students, but being in Washington with my Mom and Dad and then Sissy’s wedding (on a side note my sister was pretty much the most beautiful bride I had ever seen, and Brent GREW MORE and is now tall, that silly boy) and going back to school… Only one person told me I was ‘different’, Mr. Nedved (my scripture teacher from last year) and it was after perhaps a minute of talking to me. It didn’t really sink in for me until I got to Dad’s house and I went down to the dock for an hour, and I put my feet in the water, even though it was frigging FREEZING out there, and I looked around and thought to myself, “This place doesn’t change but I have and will.” Creepy, am I right? But it was just… Oh. I have no words, which is unusual for me, as most of you know. I don’t feel the same. It’s not something tangible, and most people can’t tell, but sometimes I wonder if I know myself any more – Or if I ever knew myself to begin with and now I do know and I’m just getting used to the idea. But moving right along.
I stayed the night at River’s house when I got back, and I got up around noon since I was jet lagged. We got her ear pierced real quick, the tough chickie, and then it was off to the Manta Express to take a bus-car thing back to Portoviejo. I got back here around 6:00 in the afternoon on Thursday, and it didn’t feel real. I felt like I hadn’t left at all although I knew I had. My room’s been rearranged a bit, ugh, hate it when they do that when I go away on a trip, but everything’s the same. The maid they hired got fired (THAT RHYMES) because some things were going missing, but Karen expects that we shall hire a new lady sometime this next week. Going to school on Friday? THAT was fun. Monika unfortunately got dengue, a nasty flu passed around by mosquitoes, so I didn’t get to see her, but the look of joy on Laura’s face when I handed her a 24 oz. Rockstar was hilarious and oh-so-worth it. We’ve been having Twinkie Time for the Europeans, who have never had Twinkies before, and people were glad to see me. We walked home, and Friday night we went out to Bono (the bar) to celebrate a bit, aka more Twinkie time. Got home and collapsed into bed, and woke up the next morning to my cell phone after having a lovely dream.
Now, we have an English project that includes making a short video in English, but I wasn’t planning on going to help them in the morning considering I wasn’t in any of the groups. I got a call from Jan saying that he was going to be late since his mom had disappeared for a bit, and after calling around it was discovered that none of us have the phone numbers of my classmates, so I tiredly offered to go tell them he’d be late, which involved me crawling out of bed. Aren’t I a good friend? But I got roped into filming and narrating for the group, so when Jan finally DID show up, I’d taken his spot. I’m an excellent friend. It was pretty funny, since it included cross dressing and HORRID English, so we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, and then I headed back home to do some cleaning and lunch eating.
I went out again tonight, since it was Lukas Bauer’s birthday barbeque. Yes, I did hit him with the belt. I got him goooooood. But Josh did better – Poor Lukas actually got a small cut! Florian hit him pretty hard too, so us girls took pity on him at the end of his sixteen whippings and tapped him with the belts. It was a small party, perhaps 13 of us, and therefore more relaxed, so we didn’t have to do too much, just hang out. Tomorrow (today) I head to church bright and early. Exciting, I know. I’m going to bed so early tomorrow night… I’m actually headed to bed now. I know this is a bit of a short post, but again, skipping USA stuff and including exhaustion, I’ve got rights.
I love all of you guys out there, and July 11th is my leave date, so it’ll be quick.
Ciao for now, mis amores. Keep in touch. Your next update is next week on Saturday, and the weeks go quickly from now on… Four weekends my two best friends leave, two and people begin to disappear.
(I love you Mom)
(I love you Dad)
(I love my friends & family)
(…I LOVE MY LIFE)
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