Yesterday, in class with Karen, my second grader, we were learning about "My Day", starting with how the day begins... waking up, getting ready, etc. We sang a song that talks about washing our faces, combing our hair, and brushing our teeth. I asked her if she does each of those things every morning. She said she always combs her hair and brushes her teeth and sometimes washes her face. Then she asked me if I do all of those things. I said I always brush my teeth and wash my face and I usually, but not always, comb my hair. "Like today?" she asked me. I self consciously touched my hair, "Does it look bad?" I asked her. "Yes," she replied. She proceeded to "style" my hair for me, as is evidenced in the picture. I'm not sure that her efforts were any better than mine.

Wednesday my friend Leslie and I decided to go to the orphanage. Usually in the past we've gotten a ride from another teacher, who lives out there, but this time we decided to venture out on our own. We walked over to the appointed bus stop and waited for our bus to come. We weren't sure which bus to take, so we waited as a few passed and then I was convinced we needed to get on one saying Carcelon. A bus came, Leslie thought she saw "Carcelon", so we hopped on and off we went. When we reached El Bosque, a mall in the opposite direction, we begin to question whether we actually were on the right bus. The bus driver told us we weren't, so we got off, uncertain of our next action. We were now a 40 minute or so walk from the original bus stop where we knew we could get on a bus that said Carcelon. We didn't know the address to take a cab to the orphanage, so we decided to check out the buses going past. After several minutes it became apparent that we don't know enough about the public transportation system to find a bus to take unless it said Carcelon and none appeared, so instead we went grocery shopping and enjoyed a leisurely walk home.
One of my third graders asked me if I have a boyfriend. I said no. She asked why not. I said "I haven't found anybody I would want to be my boyfriend." She looked at me with all the innocence in the world and offered, "My dad." (Who happens to be the pastor of my church here). I said, "What would your mother say?" Daniela looked at me and said as if speaking for her mother, "What do you think you're doing with my husband?" The whole interchange was very comical. Then I asked Daniela if she has a boyfriend. She assured me not, but said there was a favored little boy in the other third grade class. "Is so beautiful," she said.

I'm sitting in a hammock in my bedroom, writing by lamplight, both of which are new additions to my room since Christmas, that serve to make it more homey.
Although it's been awhile since I've written, life has not ceased. The first week back after Christmas I went to the orphanage with my friend Amanda. It was a busy night in the baby house, as always seems to be the case... Supper time, so I was sitting in a rocking chair in the baby-est of all the rooms (the room with the youngest babies) feeding a sweet little one. Right next to my chair was a crib with two babies in it, laying side by side, apparently for lack of crib space, because all of the cribs were full. One of the babies in the crib was an African Ecuadorian girl, with dark skin, and the other was a Latino Ecuadorian boy with lighter skin. The girl was fussing a bit, so the boy reached his hand out to her. She grabbed on and immediately calmed down. The two of them laid playing with each other's hands... they found profound comfort in each other. A significant time later, still holding on to each other's hands, the girl fell asleep and her hand went motionless and fell out of his grip. He still stared at her and kept his hand extended towards her, just waiting for her to wake up and regrasp it. It reminded me of the comfort I find in the hand of Jesus, and even when I'm doing my own thing, He is reaching His hand out towards me with the utmost patience and love, just waiting for me to reach back. Watching this was so beautiful.

Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving away from home is hard to feel fully festive. There is no baking turkey for hours the morning of. There is no lefsa. No green bean casserole. I had plenty of turkey, but it just was not the same. This whole past week as been one of celebration, however. Monday some classes were canceled due to holiday preparations. Tuesday we celebrated Thanksgiving with the 3rd graders. One class dressed up as Pilgrims and the other as Native Americans (I was a Native American). We put on a huge feast for all the workers of the school (maintenance, cleaning staff, guards). Each worker received two cards of thanksgiving for all their work made by the students and then we ate a huge buffet of food. It was so much fun - it was the culmination of the American History unit the students had been learning and such a neat way to appreciate the staff. As if turkey weren't enough once in a day, we had Turkey dinner with our mission that night. It was simple, turkey, potatoes, gravy, stuffing, yams, and homemade ice cream, but everything was delicious and that was enough of a Thanksgiving meal for me to feel like I hadn't missed out in the food department (with the exception of lefsa, green bean casserole, and pie - my favorite parts of the traditional meal). Wednesday we had only half a day of school and it was basically a party the whole day... Thanksgiving breakfast with the fourth graders, Feast of the Nations with the sixth graders, and then a whole school Thanksgiving Chapel. All of the parents were invited too, so the gym was packed full. The last half hour of the service, the director opened it up for students to share what they were thankful for. It was so precious to see many of the elementary students lined up waiting for a turn to share. The high schoolers shared too, although they were more hesitant initially. It was really special for the school and for me to see that aspect of sharing within the school family.
Wednesday night a group of us took a night bus to the beach. We rode through the night and arrived at our hostel at 6am. I immediately put my swimming suit on and went to check out the waves. If I can't be at home for the holidays, I think the ocean is the next best place. It was a gorgeous weekend of sunshine, swimming, and batidos and shrimp (served fresh on the beach). We also went on an awesome boat ride along the coast. It was a little tour boat with a motor. The way out was decently calm. We passed a nude beach, but there wasn't anybody out sun bathing and landed at a little fishing town about fifteen minutes down the coast from where we were staying on Same (Saw-may). We got to jump out and swim around in the middle of the ocean on our way back. The ride was a lot rougher on the way back, and Nicole and I, who were sitting in the very front, flew high in the air on several occasions as we fought our way against the waves. It reminded me of a really well done amusement park ride, with thrill, terror, water splashing, and the fear of getting your camera wet.
Now home, I am excited for the last three weeks of school before Christmas vacation. I think its going to be one party or celebration after another.
Juanes, el artista latino del año, came to Quito, Friday, the 21st of November, along with eight other artists from Ecuador and three from Mexico. We arrived before 4pm to get in line for the show. Juanes, the final performer, didn't begin performing until 11:25pm, while the first started around 5pm. We'd purchased General, cheapest tickets possible, and were sitting furthest from the stage, but apparently hardly anybody had purchased the next closest, Tribuna, so we had hope of being allowed to sit in that section. There were several false hopes, where everybody in our section of the stadium (probably 500 or so people) got up and started running towards the gates in mass confusion. To make matters worse, there were doors on both sides, so some people headed in one direction and everybody else in the other direction, which created chaos... and then back to our seats quickly, lest we lose our spot, when we realized the doors were indeed not opening. It happened a few times before the real thing actually took place. A friend and I ran out of the stadium with the masses. The guards were yelling to go to door 5, so we stampeded over there. Everybody pushed and shoved to get closest to the door. Then somehow we discovered we needed to be at door 6, so we took off again and led the group to the door that was indeed opened. We spread out our jackets and called the rest of our group to join us. The view was awesome and the music was incredible. The vice president gave a speech during Juanes' part of the concert and a messenger delivered a message from the president. My favorite part of the night was when Juanes talked about youth being the future of the nation, of the continent, of the world. The song he was about to sing is called Bandera de Manos, (flag of hands) that talks about a better world, united under one flag, the black, the white, the mestizo, the indígena, the campesino. The whole experience was really awesome, although I was exhausted by the time we got home at 2am.
Sunday, the 23rd, I went to a Liga game. They played in Casa Blanca against Barcelona of Guayaquil. It was going to be an intense game right from the start, because whoever won could go on, while the loser was done for. It was Liga´s chance for redemption against the Quito team (I can't remember if I wrote about that). It was crazy in the stands. We stood in the Liga section, but there was a few fans of Barcelona on that section too, and pretty soon nearly everybody in the section was throwing stuff at them and yelling "Fuera! Fuera! Fuera!" (Out!) Things didn't settle down after the game was done (Liga won!)... five people ended up in prison from the Barcelona fans, for vandalizing the bathrooms in Casa Blanca. The trole was also shut down for an hour after the game to avoid rocks being thrown and damaging their buses. However, some angry fans did their best to rip the fence open and tried to sneak in. We quickly got out of there, so I don't know how that ended. Its crazy the amount of passion that is felt for the team of choice.

   This is my 3rd grade class... there are 3 Ecuadorians, 1 from Tawain, 1 from China, and 2 from Korea.  I love them.

This is my 6th grade class.  There are 3 Ecuadorians, 2 Koreans, and 1 half Ecuadorian/half Korean.  I love them too.  
   Time goes so fast, I can hardly believe how long its been since I've written.  We've now had all 4 groups of orphans down to Peg's house once each.  The last group was really fun, because the kids were older (3 four year olds, 1 seven year old, and I'm not sure about the other) and thus more talkative.  We played dress up clothes with them, and they loved trying on different costumes.  The saddest part was the little boy who kept referring to his parents... assumably the parents he has imagined and dreamed about for his whole little life, while watching many of the other kids being adopted (there are very few older kids who are not special needs at the orphanage, because by that age, most have been adopted).  

   I went camping this weekend... sort of.  We stayed in a cozy cabin with a great fireplace.  Its always so nice to get out of the city and explore.  

   Tomorrow is a holiday - Dia de los Difuntos, which is more or less a day to remember the dead.  Colada Morada (a thick drink made out of many fruits and herbs... we made it during Spanish class and it took over 2 hours) and Guaguas de Pan (loaves of bread shaped like babies) are very common everywhere around this time of year.  

   We had a halloween party on Friday, which included the limbo and piñatas.  Unfortunately candy here just doesn't compare to the halloween candy in the States.  

Marianela 

Juan Josue

Marianela, Vicky, Andrea, Mateo, and Juan Jose   

Andrea
    In the 2 months I've been here I've been searching for a way to serve outside of what I do at school and with my small group that fits my heart.  Last night I finally found it.  I went with another teacher, Peg, to her home... we'd invited 5 toddlers and their tia (aunt, in Spanish, but she's not related) from the orphanage For His Children over for supper.  The orphanage is right above Peg's house.  The five little ones came walking down the hill with their tia.  Before the food was ready, the six of us were sitting around the plastic tables and they started playing with the middle circle thing, so I put my hand under the table and kept popping it out with my finger.  They loved it and laughed and laughed.  The trick came back to haunt me later when they started dropping their silverware and spaghetti down the openings.  They ate a surprising amount of food, considering how young they are (the youngest was one and the oldest is almost four).  I took Marianela to the bathroom about five times, I think she just liked the individual attention on the walk there and back.  Among other fruits, we gave them strawberries, which I think are really rare for them to eat, because they just loved them and wanted more and more frutillas (strawberries).  After he was done eating fruit, Juan Josue picked up his plate and started licking off the leftovers... a man after my own heart.  After supper we played in the living room for awhile and sang some songs together.  They are so precious.  

The big cross, at the top of Ilalo, a perfect lightening conductor. We seem so close to the clouds here.  We climbed up inside of the cross for a better view.  It kind of wiggles on the way up

Sarah, Amanda, and I on the top of Ilalo

Cotopoxi on the way up

   I hiked up Ilalo on Saturday with Amanda and Sarah.  Its a pretty small little mountain, but it has great views of the Valle de los Chillos and Cotopoxi.  On the way up it was the perfect, clear day, but by the time we reached the top it had clouded over, so we couldn't see Cotopoxi from the top.  After the hike we went to La Merced...   The park has been redone since I lived there four years ago - it looks so good.  We saw the remains of La Merced days (homemade firecrackers set up around the park, now blackened from the explosions).    One of the views from the top - it looks like a quilt

   After visiting La Merced we stopped to get Batidos (milkshakes) at my favorite batido place.  You feel like you're stepping into a jungle.  They used to have a monkey running free around the restaurant.  We ordered batidos and yuca fries.