WEDnesday

Things are blurring together already. Darn that Spanish lit. Anyway,I'm pretty sure I blogged yesterday BEFORE my first nature and culture class, to which I owe the opportunity of going to Galapagos and the jungle (Tiputini). It was pretty cool, although we have four short papers, two presentations, a final project, and a lot of reading in four weeks. Yay. Germán teaches it and he's pretty cool, especially since he's from Argentina and DOESN'T speak with an Italian accent (they normally do, I swear). Bus ride back and down with the homework, of which there was a lot. Most of it was Spanish poetry, though, which I liked, and Zeheivy made me... some sort of soup, although I've been eating so much soup that I can't remember what it was, and pasta with a chicken leg. And juice of tomate de árbol, which wasn't that good. I was actually cold during the night because it rained, and I was actually fairly chilly during various parts of the day despite long sleeves and pants. I ate batida de naranjilla again and pb&j, although Zeheivy is trying to wrest out of my some more breakfast favorites because she likes variety. We went a different way to the bus stop as it was misting, and I finished up some "poetry." The bus ride was really cool because the clouds were so low on the mountains; the clouds were so thick I couldn't see anything. Academic Writing is oficially my favorite class. We talked for the first good few minutes about Ecuador, looked at a poem about a princess, talked about Black Swan, and did some vanguardista writing exercises: she said a word and I had to write down what came to mind, etc. The fastest 90 minutes of my life. Plus I handed in a composition. My next class was an hour later; by the time I got there I was really hungry. We did our last day of poetry. It made me a little sad because I like poetry AND poetry usually is much shorter than essays and short stories... Instead of eating at the cafeteria Alana, Margo and I ate at Wok, a chinese-y place that accepts university food cards. Not quite as good as American Chinese food. Ha. I wandered around a little and found Andrew in the library to organize our presentation on an article called Expedición al Ecuador (he's a major too, and so is Kevin). Kevin came over to save us with an indigenous-looking guy named Inti, Melanie and a buddy named Rafael joined us to sit outside a cafe. We must be pretty popular because Margo came along and one of Rafael's friends David came too, and we had some interesting conversation. The bus ride made me tired (big surprise) and I went right home. Zeheivy is my savior because she comes in to talk to me once in a while and gives my brain a break. Macaroni and chicken soup for dinner, along with a rice/egg/chicken plate I couldn't finish and mango(or was it quava?)-lemon juice. We watched the Ecuador v. Canada soccer game while we ate, and I do believe Ecuador won :) Short story, cultural reading, and two presentations tomorrow :( I'm still not done, but what the heck? The upcoming days should be pretty fun: salsa classes on Friday, indigenous market for the weekend.
Fun facts: There's a pig decoration in my room. Blackberry is called "mora." I'm pretty much dying for chocolate; luckily a restaurant opens tomorrow that sells nutella crepes. I'm beginning to think that this travellers diarrhea thing is face (knock on wood) or I just inherited my dad's iron stomach... or Zeheivy is just REALLY careful with my food. I don't miss English as much because I have to read articles in English for Nature and Culture and they make my head hurt. Rafael is studying film and has to take a class on sensualidad. He translated it as "attraction," but use your imagination. I heard a song from the Tangled soundtrack today... in Spanish. I'm getting used to these besito things (did I tell you that Ecuadorians ALWAYS greet eachother with a kiss on the cheek?) I haven't run yet.