I am a lover of details
that make my day. Other than that, I am a lover of very few other details. I
would like to take this opportunity to share with you some of the details that
have made my time in Ecuador what it is.
1.
Roosters. I am currently
sitting on a couch in the largest city in the entire country. And still, in the
morning, I hear ROOSTERS crowing. All of those children's books that tell you
roosters are farm animals who live just to charmingly awaken their hardworking farmer owners each morning? Totally romanticized. Roosters are city folk. Loud,
rude, city folk.
2.
Disney Princesses.
Tonight, our whole team told each other which Disney Princess we would be and
why. I, along with some of the guys, would (obviously) be Rapunzel. I think that it is pretty clear that her character was based off of me. Generally, these types of questions are used for icebreakers. However, my
team has assembled to address such serious issues, though it is long after the
ice has been shattered and then torched into a melted mess. (Por ejemplo: Would you rather have hot dog or scissor
fingers? What is your favorite form of transportation? What is the weirdest
face you can make?)
3.
Garbage Trucks. We have
noticed vehicles on the streets at night, blaring music that sounds like it
comes from the Island of Misfit Toys in the Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Christmas special. What a terrifying ice
cream truck, we all thought, some of us consciously, and some of us
subconsciously. Turns out, it is not the ice cream truck, but rather the GARAGE
truck. So, a bit of heart-to-heart advice, don’t approach the music with a mile
wide grin and a dollar in hand.
4.
Nice Cream. Find a cuter
name for an ice cream place and tell me. I triple dog dare you.
5.
Elevators. For one, there are the aforementioned dancing
Indian amigos. You may not know this, but elevator shafts are actually the best
way for sound to travel. As I blog, music from floors below and above screams
at me. Recently, I sat down in the elevator and traveled to both floors. I
experienced first an awkward encounter with staring at cakes, and then with
staring at an awkwardly small number of people dancing. I'm sure the cakes and dancers wondered what this gringo was doing, sitting on the elevator floor, wearing crimson and red and holding a laptop.
That’s what I’ve got for
now. Stay tuned for more nuances of Ecuador.
XOXO,
Jenna
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