My day begins around 3am when the neighborhood dogs start to throw their afterparty outside my bedroom window, usually i am able to roll over in my red mustang tonka bed and fall back asleep for another two hours. 5am i wake up to the quiet beep of my travel LL Bean alarm clock and drag myself to the shower in which i do my morning ritual dance to the cold water coming out of the faucet, it looks similar to a traditional Swahili hop. I take about 15 minutes to breeze through the paper, of course only really understanding the pictures. They have images of dead people and naked people in the daily newspaper. I arrive at my practice teaching site at 7am and hang out with 15 of the coolest Eucadorians i have met thus far. Today they told me how to make Poble, a traditional ecuadorian alcoholic beverage. The best part about teaching in the early morning is that i am still waking up, so my personality can be defined as a hyper overly-tired gringuita, they love to laugh at me and I love it becuase it makes them talk....in English! I had an amazing class today, my youngest student Natalie who is 10 years old spoke about her family. I started to tear for that was the first time she spoke in class. nice. At 9am my co-workers and I head to a ¨gringo¨cafe to shoot down some delicious real brewed coffee before we start the day. After flashing smiles to the waiters these past two weeks, I now get a free cup of honey with my coffee! Shweet. Then it is training until 5 pm with an hour break for lunch. Lunch consists of lot of rice, avocados, frutas, and bathroom breaks! I head to Spanish class from 6-8 where my teacher everyday tries to persuade me to get an amigovio...not quite a boyfriend, not quite a friend. She laughs at my Spanglish, she has an addictive laugh! Yesterday she kept the window open for our class of 6 students, we are on the second floor of a house, a cat tried to jump in our class. Animals like to meander around rooftops here, many homeless cats and dogs. I then head home to my family, the kids attack me with the water guns I brought them (bad idea). Due to my lack of communication en espanol, i have made up some cool handshakes with them. Felipe constantly pokes me and says whaz up. Samatha hides in dark corners and scares the shit ouf of me everytime i turn those corners. She makes sure i´m awake when i´m at home! Cecilia cooks a delicious meal, always starts with a suculent soup. We eat dinner until 10pm, at this point I lesson plan. Not much time to miss friends and family, plenty of time to wish they were here spending every minute of my adventures with me here in Quito. Kareoke tonight, i think i will choose Extreme ¨more than words¨for last time it was a hit!
