The Little Things

Originally I was not going to write this but here it goes, enjoy!

Today miss Shanna and I decided to head out to the Historic Center of Quito. I was super excited about this because I knew there was tons of shopping and beautiful old buildings. Shanna on the other hand, I think she came along for the ride and maybe a tan. I was a bit nervous about the bus/trollie because of yesterday's incident but I was determined not to let it ruin my day. We got on and as the stops increased in number the only thing I could think was "o no, it's happening again." But instead of concentrating on the number of people filling the trollie I stuck my head out the window and watched the city go past. We missed our initial stop but got off on the next one and everything was fine. Shans and I spent about 3 hours walking around, getting lost, and looking for jerseys and flags (the two things I've vowed not to come home without). I took about 60 million pictures and Shanna took 4, that's it, 4. I really didn't care that I was walking around looking like a tourist because honestly I can't hide it so I should embrace it. We found this cute little pizza place where we got lunch and then we headed home. Near my house is a sweets shop that's I've been wanting to try out so we decided to stop there. This was a bad idea, the stuff was so good and the atmosphere was so relaxing I think I might stop there every day after school! (see pictures)

I got home and tried to take a nap but since I got 11 hours of sleep the night before I was unsuccessful. I sat around and did nothing until 6 when I ate and then did nothing again. I got invited out with Ani (my host mom) so I decided to go, even though I just had eaten. We went to this pizzeria which was great. I loved the restaurant and the food. I'm pretty sure the people that invited us out own the place, I also think they are loaded. They live next to us and drive a very nice car and their house is amazing, or at least what I've seen from the door. At the pizzeria I met the family that live upstairs, a mom and dad and two kids. They have a little boy named Martin and he was the cutest little guy I've ever seen. He was about 2 or 3 years old and kept trying to give me things and climbing over the table to be my friend. His parents tried to get him to talk in English but he was too shy.

Walking up the stairs to our house Ani asked me what shoe size I was, she guessed 8 and I had to reply... no actually size 9. I think she had a heart attack, she couldn't believe I had such big feet, in my head all I could think was yeah thanks for making me feel good about it... but it was all in good fun. I followed up by telling her I gave up shoe shopping today because I knew no one would have a size 9 and she basically said the biggest they have here is a size 8. So there goes all my new shoes I wanted. Every where I go I'm usually the tallest girl, therefore the average height is 5'4'' and average shoe size is 7. (I made these stats up, so don't quote me).  Making me a giant in a small people world.