It's Friday

Well today was supposed to be just like any other day. The plan was to go to my two classes, got lunch, and go back to the Ecuadorian office to pick up my passport. Thing went as planned, except for some unexpected things in between.

After class Shanna and I decided that we could not eat at the almuerzo place for lunch because that meant eating soup and rice for two meals, which is too much, so we headed off to McDonald's. How classy, Americans at an American place. The food was just as good, if not better because it seemed to be healthier, key word seemed. The next part is where things get interesting. Getting on the Ecovia bus to the office is terrible, we knew this, but we didn't know how terrible it could be. The bus there was so crowded I honestly thought I couldn't breath and thought I was going to have a panic attack. It got to the point where the bus doors could not shut because there were so many people. This I do not get, Ecuadorians take time as a suggestion, say be there at 3? They will arrive at 3:15. So why do people hurry to get on the bus and not just wait for another? I'm not sure; and also everyone walks SUPER slow, so again, why do the hurry on the bus? It's stumped me. Shanna and I got to the office, got in line and got our stuff in about 20 min. Which was great, I probably did the happy dance in my head for about 3.5 min just because I was so happy everything was ready.

Dreading getting back on the bus to go home we took our time walking and tried to convince Shanna to get shopping but that didn't work. Eventually we got on, this time it was even worse, didn't think it could be worse, but it was. I stood there angry as could be because there was a baby crying, kids fighting, and it was about 99 degrees inside. Finally I got off... and saw my bag was cut open. Instantly I checked for my valuables as I kept walking to the next bus. Everything seemed to be there, including my ever important passport that I just so happen to be carrying. In that moment I was so mad, why would you want to steal from me? What did they think I had? Then I felt the need to cry but there was no way that was happening in public and after all nothing was even gone. When I thought back to the last bus I realized I was very distracted and it could have been anyone. I kept it together, called Shanna to make sure her bag was OK and got home. I feel like there was nothing I really could have done to prevent it, I had already had my backpack on the front and there were tons of people.

On a side note, home life is great. My host mom, Ani, is catching on to the fact that I love ice cream and she usually asks if I want any at night and more often than not I say yes. Also, my laundry is getting done for the first time today, I'm not sure how this will turn out because people have said that their clothes die here. I guess I should just be happy that someone does my laundry for me, even though they really don't have to.

I'm glad to say that I get two days off without carrying my backpack which I am so excited about and this weekend means more adventures.