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Hello my fellow residents of the United States (I choose to believe most of you are from the USA). It’s around 9:30 on a Saturday night here in Portoviejo, Ecuador, and we had just lovely weather today, although I didn’t get out much. Oops! All I did today was clean house, exercise while watching Sleeping Beauty (yup) and then we went to the end half of a birthday party for a close relative. Karen ended up in tears at the end for some reason… I didn’t understand why, as I only caught a bit of the conversation. It’s been a little tense around the house lately; Karen expressed a desire to me to move out, and I think she might actually do it.
Anyways, last Monday. I went to school, yada, didn’t do anything there. Monika showed up right around break to say goodbye, and we skipped out on the rest of school to go to Centro with her so she could get some last minute shopping done (she didn’t actually buy anything). Oskar hung out with us too, right there at the end, and then we all went home to eat lunch. A couple girls from my course, Monika, and Jan came over to my house just to talk a bit, and then that was that.
Tuesday. Eh. I got up at 8:00, and, um, school starts at 7:00. Yeah, I hadn’t been planning on going. Instead, I slept in a bit, and then I went over to Jan’s house at 8:30, since we’d determined that I’d be going over as it was his last day here. He was a little annoyed with me, I’m afraid; although I believe it was more of nervousness about getting everything done and then that odd mixture of feelings you get when you’re about to leave more than anything else. We went to school so he could say goodbye to everyone, then it was back down to Centro with Monika again (Japan and someone were playing soccer, can’t remember who, but Japan lost… Was it Paraguay?) so they could buy flowers for their host families. Back to Jan’s house, we ate lunch, and then it was time to wait. His host mom showed up and we had civil conversation, but yeah, finally, it was time for him to leave. They dropped me off at my house, and I guess you could say it was emotional for me. I told Jan I was afraid I was going to cry (which I did, profusely), and he told me not to think about it. Pfft. Germans. It was pretty much one of the toughest days for me. I don’t know how to write about it, really… How am I supposed to describe that? It’s rather bittersweet, really. I might get to go to Europe next summer if I’m a good/lucky girl; so I have that to look forward to. But a year still seems like such a terribly long time to wait to seem them all. Oskar and Monika came over a little later, although I was still under the weather, you could say. They took me down to Centro with Florian where I proceeded to start crying AGAIN when I had to say goodbye to Monika and Oskar. Oh dear.
That night I went over to Florian’s house for a bit, to cheer myself up, and we talked for a bit with Marvin before we had to go. Didn’t cry that time, thank goodness.
Wednesday I couldn’t go to school. Really, I couldn’t make myself. So instead I slept for a long time, lazed around the house. I went to Rotary that night, but imagine my surprise when the taxi pulls up and the club is completely dark. We didn’t have a meeting; but no one bothered to tell me. Thanks, guys, thanks… A waste of two dollars.
Thursday I did go to school, although it was with reluctance. As I feared, I was feeling a little ‘down’ when we were even lining up to head into class. I was doing so-so up until the break, and yup, you guessed it! Started crying again. Everyone kept asking me about Monika and Jan and if I missed them and where were they and if I’d ever see them again, and it was impossible NOT to start crying. At least I wasn’t wearing mascara, and my classmates were extremely supportive of me. I went to Oliver’s class after the break, just so I wouldn’t be alone in my class. I mean, not alone, but I’d gotten so used to having Monika and Jan with me that being there was almost a physical reminder that yes, they’d left and I was alone. I know I’m technically not alone, but it sure felt like it. Everywhere I go I remember doing something with the people that have left, and I can’t help but be waiting for them to show up even though I know they’re not crying. Oh man, gotta stop this – I’ll make myself tear up again.
Friday, again, I didn’t go to school. But it wasn’t because of my emotional girly feelings, oh no – They’ve started exams and I’m avoiding them religiously. I went out with Daniela and a couple of her friends. We wanted to go to the Don Omar concert, but we just ended up sitting on the sidewalk talking, which was fine with me as well.
Today I already talked about, right? ;D I guess the countdown is beginning. This is my second to last post, now. I haven’t the faintest if I’ll do a follow up post when I’m in the US. I probably will out of habit, but just to think – I only have a week left here, and then I’m gone. As for how I feel, I’ve been exercising the heck out of myself and going to bed early every night. It helps. I’m not staying home alone, either – I get out and do stuff. I love Ecuador, but it isn’t the same now. I guess I’m kind of just waiting for not this Sunday, but next Sunday.
Love you all, until next week – My last post in Ecuador!
Chao!
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