Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Obama Day
1/20/09
Today was the first day of a new president, a president who talks of hope and progress. We started lecture by watching MLK Jr.’s “I have a dream” speech, which was extra moving given the day. The lecture was the ‘doom day’ lecture that is in every environmental class and it is always pretty depressing and can be hard to bounce back form. Finally it was 11 and our professors let us out of class so we could watch the inauguration. USFQ had set up a large projection in one of the auditoriums on campus so we all flocked there. This is one of the biggest things to happen to America in my life time, and it was very serial to be in South America during it. I think it gave me more of a pride in my country since I could see the international support for Obama. By the time he started his speech, it was pretty safe to assume that everyone in the auditorium was in deep thought and fairly emotional. Listening to him acknowledge our problems and differences, made me make some connections between the environment and the state of the USA. The US, much like the environment, is in a recession and a solution is not straightforward. To fix the things that the last administration has let happen and to undo the destruction that the recent generations of humans have done, and continue to do to the environment seems like 2 almost impossible tasks. These tasks will need the participation of everyone, and if completed they have the potential to be exponentially rewarding. The value of biodiversity is much harder to quantify that the value of a stable economy and the end of war. However, I believe that caution and preservation now is the only option we have. Some have the “too little too late” mentality and that may be the worst thing I have ever heard in the context of conservation. What if everyone thought that? We wouldn’t have Yellowstone, the Grand Canyon, El Pahuma, and countless other reserves that many of us take for granted. I think in both America and the environment we must look to the past to better understand where we went wrong. After this emotional day I started to think about how I fit into this all, which lead to a mini existential crisis. Last semester I decided I wanted to go into water resources as a more specific branch of environmental science. I took physical hydrogeology, which is pretty much only about aquifers, and although it was a very tough class I got really excited about water. Today, this excitement started to falter. I want to help the most living and non-living things possible, and I started to think of water and aquifers as just a human necessity. Do animals use wells? No. Also, I hate to think that my work will just allow the human population to continue its exponential growth and exploitation of the earth. These thoughts are what make me crazy, one of my biggest fears is getting through law school and not helping the environment but getting caught up in the human aspect of environmental resources. For example wanting to save Pandas even though they do not have a very big impact in the balance of nature, or going into something like aquifers which seems to mainly benefits humans. These are the things that keep me up at night. Finally, I let go of my inner struggle and decided it was way too good of a day to be sad. So, I got some champaign and celebrated Obama’s first day in the white house. Later that night a lot of the students meet at a bar and we all had a great night. The next day I was still a little worried about what I wanted to do with my life, which was amplified by the approaching deadline of me choosing an internship for my last month in Ecuador. I had wanted to do a water quality internship with a USFQ professor, but this was starting to look less appealing. I decided to go talk to her anyways in hopes of re-igniting my interest in water. She was not in her office, but she had a poster of one of the projects she had assisted with. It was exactly what I needed; it was a study about the how litter and contamination in streams effects the surrounding environment. So, finally, I remembered that water is what every organism needs to survive (duh) and I will be able to help more than the growth of the human population by studying water, existential meltdown avoided.
Today was the first day of a new president, a president who talks of hope and progress. We started lecture by watching MLK Jr.’s “I have a dream” speech, which was extra moving given the day. The lecture was the ‘doom day’ lecture that is in every environmental class and it is always pretty depressing and can be hard to bounce back form. Finally it was 11 and our professors let us out of class so we could watch the inauguration. USFQ had set up a large projection in one of the auditoriums on campus so we all flocked there. This is one of the biggest things to happen to America in my life time, and it was very serial to be in South America during it. I think it gave me more of a pride in my country since I could see the international support for Obama. By the time he started his speech, it was pretty safe to assume that everyone in the auditorium was in deep thought and fairly emotional. Listening to him acknowledge our problems and differences, made me make some connections between the environment and the state of the USA. The US, much like the environment, is in a recession and a solution is not straightforward. To fix the things that the last administration has let happen and to undo the destruction that the recent generations of humans have done, and continue to do to the environment seems like 2 almost impossible tasks. These tasks will need the participation of everyone, and if completed they have the potential to be exponentially rewarding. The value of biodiversity is much harder to quantify that the value of a stable economy and the end of war. However, I believe that caution and preservation now is the only option we have. Some have the “too little too late” mentality and that may be the worst thing I have ever heard in the context of conservation. What if everyone thought that? We wouldn’t have Yellowstone, the Grand Canyon, El Pahuma, and countless other reserves that many of us take for granted. I think in both America and the environment we must look to the past to better understand where we went wrong. After this emotional day I started to think about how I fit into this all, which lead to a mini existential crisis. Last semester I decided I wanted to go into water resources as a more specific branch of environmental science. I took physical hydrogeology, which is pretty much only about aquifers, and although it was a very tough class I got really excited about water. Today, this excitement started to falter. I want to help the most living and non-living things possible, and I started to think of water and aquifers as just a human necessity. Do animals use wells? No. Also, I hate to think that my work will just allow the human population to continue its exponential growth and exploitation of the earth. These thoughts are what make me crazy, one of my biggest fears is getting through law school and not helping the environment but getting caught up in the human aspect of environmental resources. For example wanting to save Pandas even though they do not have a very big impact in the balance of nature, or going into something like aquifers which seems to mainly benefits humans. These are the things that keep me up at night. Finally, I let go of my inner struggle and decided it was way too good of a day to be sad. So, I got some champaign and celebrated Obama’s first day in the white house. Later that night a lot of the students meet at a bar and we all had a great night. The next day I was still a little worried about what I wanted to do with my life, which was amplified by the approaching deadline of me choosing an internship for my last month in Ecuador. I had wanted to do a water quality internship with a USFQ professor, but this was starting to look less appealing. I decided to go talk to her anyways in hopes of re-igniting my interest in water. She was not in her office, but she had a poster of one of the projects she had assisted with. It was exactly what I needed; it was a study about the how litter and contamination in streams effects the surrounding environment. So, finally, I remembered that water is what every organism needs to survive (duh) and I will be able to help more than the growth of the human population by studying water, existential meltdown avoided.
Friday, January 23, 2009
El Pahuma
1/16/09 to 1/18/09
This weekend we went to El Pahuma Orchid Reserve about 1 hour north of Quito. Everyone in my group was itching to get out of the city and very excited for the trip. it is a 600 hectare reserve that has a nice visitor center for eco-tourism. They have a restaurant across the highway with some pretty amazing food. The first day we just took some short hikes, one around the botanical garden and another to a small waterfall. Then we headed up the mountain to get to the elevation of cloud forests. The hike up was pretty much vertical and very muddy since they have had much more rain than usual for mid-January. Because of the mud we all wore super stylish rubber boots for the hike. They worked very well in keeping our feet dry, but are kind of hard to hike up a mountain in, since ankle support is nonexistent. It took a little over an hour to get up to the top, all of which was in the rain. We got to camp, which consisted of a ìcabinî with bunk beds, a cooking area, and a campfire area. We all got out of our wet clothes and started a fire. Soon the chef had made some pasta and we all helped ourselves to multiple servings. The pasta was very good, especially for being cooked in the middle of the rainforest. It continued to rain all night, some people went out on a night hike to look for frogs, while a few of us stayed by the warm fire and played camp fire games. Once we went to bed it took me awhile to fall asleep because I had so many things going through my head. I was just thinking about how amazing of a place I was in and how many amazing and possibly poisonous bugs were around me. I also woke up a lot during the night, I was hoping it would stop raining and I could go outside to look at the stars, but each time I awoke I heard the rain still pattering away on the roof. The next morning I woke up around 6:30 to the sunrise and went on a short hike with 2 other students while we waited for the others to wake up and breakfast to be served. On our hike we saw a guan, which is a lot like a small turkey. After breakfast we started or long hike. Keep in mind is has not stopped raining since we left the lower camp. On the hike our teacher Joe would stop and lecture for a bit about the plants. We are going to be tested on the plant family names later in the semester so our hikes always have a purpose and we are constantly taking notes. The cloud forest is a rather gloomy place when it is raining, because you are literally in a cloud and visibility is very poor. At the top of the mountain we had a little lunch and started on the Yuma trail. This trail is over 1,000 years old since it has been used for so long the weight of humans has compacted the soft soil to a point where some places there are 10 foot ìwallsî on the side of the trails showing where the surfaced used to be. It is pretty cool to walk on something that you know has been used by humans for a century. Eventually we turned around and headed back to camp. This is where is started to get really fun. The whole way down was pretty much a controlled fall down a mud slide. Most of us fell multiple times, however one of the girls had promised to buy a beer for everyone who made it down the whole mountain without falling. Once we got back to the camp we ate a little packed up and heading down the rest of the way. I can say I definitely fell more than a couple times, but a few people did make it down without a muddy back end. When we all arrived at the bottom, we were all very dirty and wet, so most of the students went to the waterfall near the visitor center to wash off. I declined since my broken arm was hurting from falling so many times, bt I did tag along to take some pictures. After dinner beers were bought for those who earned them, and the owners of El Pahuma made us candalaso (I will have to check the spelling,) which is a traditional drink made of sugar cane liquor and cinnamon and served warm. After some drinks we started to warm up and took a little night hike. We only saw one frog, but we did find a snake. I think some people were a lot happier than others about itÖ
The next morning we took a 25 minute hike to a 45 meter waterfall. This waterfall was irresistible. I had to go swimming, broken arm or not. The water was pretty cold but you get the best view of waterfalls from in the water, so it was well worth it. We finished up the day with some lectures and the history of El Pahuma. It turns out my teachers, Joe and Cath, pretty much stumbled upon this piece of land started talking to the owners and eventually signed a conservation easement to protect the land. It was a very inspirational and amazing story, one that makes you want to go out and find a beautiful piece of land to protect. We all went back to Quito wanting more nature but knowing there is much more to come.
This weekend we went to El Pahuma Orchid Reserve about 1 hour north of Quito. Everyone in my group was itching to get out of the city and very excited for the trip. it is a 600 hectare reserve that has a nice visitor center for eco-tourism. They have a restaurant across the highway with some pretty amazing food. The first day we just took some short hikes, one around the botanical garden and another to a small waterfall. Then we headed up the mountain to get to the elevation of cloud forests. The hike up was pretty much vertical and very muddy since they have had much more rain than usual for mid-January. Because of the mud we all wore super stylish rubber boots for the hike. They worked very well in keeping our feet dry, but are kind of hard to hike up a mountain in, since ankle support is nonexistent. It took a little over an hour to get up to the top, all of which was in the rain. We got to camp, which consisted of a ìcabinî with bunk beds, a cooking area, and a campfire area. We all got out of our wet clothes and started a fire. Soon the chef had made some pasta and we all helped ourselves to multiple servings. The pasta was very good, especially for being cooked in the middle of the rainforest. It continued to rain all night, some people went out on a night hike to look for frogs, while a few of us stayed by the warm fire and played camp fire games. Once we went to bed it took me awhile to fall asleep because I had so many things going through my head. I was just thinking about how amazing of a place I was in and how many amazing and possibly poisonous bugs were around me. I also woke up a lot during the night, I was hoping it would stop raining and I could go outside to look at the stars, but each time I awoke I heard the rain still pattering away on the roof. The next morning I woke up around 6:30 to the sunrise and went on a short hike with 2 other students while we waited for the others to wake up and breakfast to be served. On our hike we saw a guan, which is a lot like a small turkey. After breakfast we started or long hike. Keep in mind is has not stopped raining since we left the lower camp. On the hike our teacher Joe would stop and lecture for a bit about the plants. We are going to be tested on the plant family names later in the semester so our hikes always have a purpose and we are constantly taking notes. The cloud forest is a rather gloomy place when it is raining, because you are literally in a cloud and visibility is very poor. At the top of the mountain we had a little lunch and started on the Yuma trail. This trail is over 1,000 years old since it has been used for so long the weight of humans has compacted the soft soil to a point where some places there are 10 foot ìwallsî on the side of the trails showing where the surfaced used to be. It is pretty cool to walk on something that you know has been used by humans for a century. Eventually we turned around and headed back to camp. This is where is started to get really fun. The whole way down was pretty much a controlled fall down a mud slide. Most of us fell multiple times, however one of the girls had promised to buy a beer for everyone who made it down the whole mountain without falling. Once we got back to the camp we ate a little packed up and heading down the rest of the way. I can say I definitely fell more than a couple times, but a few people did make it down without a muddy back end. When we all arrived at the bottom, we were all very dirty and wet, so most of the students went to the waterfall near the visitor center to wash off. I declined since my broken arm was hurting from falling so many times, bt I did tag along to take some pictures. After dinner beers were bought for those who earned them, and the owners of El Pahuma made us candalaso (I will have to check the spelling,) which is a traditional drink made of sugar cane liquor and cinnamon and served warm. After some drinks we started to warm up and took a little night hike. We only saw one frog, but we did find a snake. I think some people were a lot happier than others about itÖ
The next morning we took a 25 minute hike to a 45 meter waterfall. This waterfall was irresistible. I had to go swimming, broken arm or not. The water was pretty cold but you get the best view of waterfalls from in the water, so it was well worth it. We finished up the day with some lectures and the history of El Pahuma. It turns out my teachers, Joe and Cath, pretty much stumbled upon this piece of land started talking to the owners and eventually signed a conservation easement to protect the land. It was a very inspirational and amazing story, one that makes you want to go out and find a beautiful piece of land to protect. We all went back to Quito wanting more nature but knowing there is much more to come.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
1-15-09
1/15/09
This morning was pretty much like every other. Took the bus to school, went to class, learned some things, the usual. However, after school the day started to get a little more interesting. First of all it was the first time I had ridden home from school without the boy who lives below me (Dave/David), which I wasn’t too worried about it was just different. As I got to the stop near where I switch buses the traffic started to get really horrible, as in we were barley moving. The traffic in Quito can get pretty bad, but this seemed extra awful so another girl and I decided to get off and walk to the extra 2 blocks. We ended up beating to bus to the stop, and there we split to go in our respected directions. This split happened at a large intersection where cops were directing traffic, something that I have seen before during rush hour. Just as I was about to start crossing the intersection because the cop had motioned for the cars to stop in the street perpendicular to my path and the other cop motioned for the cars parallel to me to start going, 2 motorcycles slipped by and started to cross the intersection. Right away I kind of smiled because motorcycles are pretty crazy around here, they will hop up on the sidewalk and weave around cars to get though traffic faster and it is usually amusing to watch them dominate the street. But, before I knew it a taxi hit the second cycle and the cyclist was sliding on the pavement. I am pretty sure this is the first serious accident I have even witnessed, and I was accordingly shaken up. I crossed the street, extra cautiously and sat down at my bus stop to breathe and reflect. Before I was able to reflect a young Ecuadorian boy came running from the busy street and face planted on the sidewalk in front of me, an older woman helped him up and told him to be more careful. Once again in shock I try to take a breath, but then I saw my bus. Bus stops are not very organized and sometimes they get jammed, which, because of the traffic ours was. Some women were flagging the bus down so I assumed it was going to stop near them, but I was mistaken. The bus went far beyond the stop and I had to run to catch up. By the time I reached the back of the bus it had already started moving so I attempted, and luckily completed, my first moving entrance onto a bus. Finally I was able to sit down and reflect on the semi-crazy events. Soon I saw the ambulance going towards the direction of the accidence I just witnessed, hopefully to help the cyclist. At this point I once again started to notice the usually slow traffic. Since I have only been riding to Quito buses for 2 weeks I thought maybe it was just a really bad day for some reason, like what happens when the brewers have a home night game. But then I noticed the Ecuadorians looking around worried and angry. At this point I started to realize something was not normal about this day. Finally we reached a last intersection in my root, but the lights were not on and there were no cops controlling it. In the states when something like this happens, usually everyone just treats it as a 4-way stop and it is fairly organized and safe. This was definitely not the case here… every car was just trying to squeeze its way through the complete mess of an intersection and as a result it was taking forever. Eventually I reached my stop and got off (thankfully the bus driver came to a complete stop this time.) As I was walking back to my house I started to realize that there was not light on in any of the buildings and finally realized that the power was out. I got to my house and immediately wanted to share my adventure of a bus ride with David so I knocked on the downstairs door and a young girl, whom I had never seen before, answer I asked her where David was and she obviously did not know who I was talking about. I walked into the living room and saw more dark figures that I didn’t recognize. I eventually found David’s dad and he told me David was in his room. So I went to share my stories, Dave had just woken up from a nap so he was a little disoriented. Soon the lights came on and David’s mom came over and told us there was some special catholic ceremony happening and that is why their family was there. Dave and I were not completely sure what was happening but we went upstairs as instructed and were greeted by a priest and a large statue of the Virgin Mary. We were then herded into the living room to sit down. Dave and I were both pretty confused since neither of us knows Spanish very well nor know very much about Catholicism, and he had also just woken up. We sat though what was probably about 20-30 minutes of the priest talking about who knows what, I’m assuming religion. All I really got was the Virgin Mary is pretty important, other than that I was not paying close attention. After the ceremony we had a special queesh that was very tasty and some black tea. Eventually the Virgin left our living room (at which time the lights went off again) and my parents explained that the Virgin was going to other houses in the family. I still don’t understand exactly what happened but it was a good cultural experience, I think… and it was a very fitting end to a very odd day. The next morning I learned that half the country and about 70% of the Ecuadorian population lost power that night. Pretty crazy.
This morning was pretty much like every other. Took the bus to school, went to class, learned some things, the usual. However, after school the day started to get a little more interesting. First of all it was the first time I had ridden home from school without the boy who lives below me (Dave/David), which I wasn’t too worried about it was just different. As I got to the stop near where I switch buses the traffic started to get really horrible, as in we were barley moving. The traffic in Quito can get pretty bad, but this seemed extra awful so another girl and I decided to get off and walk to the extra 2 blocks. We ended up beating to bus to the stop, and there we split to go in our respected directions. This split happened at a large intersection where cops were directing traffic, something that I have seen before during rush hour. Just as I was about to start crossing the intersection because the cop had motioned for the cars to stop in the street perpendicular to my path and the other cop motioned for the cars parallel to me to start going, 2 motorcycles slipped by and started to cross the intersection. Right away I kind of smiled because motorcycles are pretty crazy around here, they will hop up on the sidewalk and weave around cars to get though traffic faster and it is usually amusing to watch them dominate the street. But, before I knew it a taxi hit the second cycle and the cyclist was sliding on the pavement. I am pretty sure this is the first serious accident I have even witnessed, and I was accordingly shaken up. I crossed the street, extra cautiously and sat down at my bus stop to breathe and reflect. Before I was able to reflect a young Ecuadorian boy came running from the busy street and face planted on the sidewalk in front of me, an older woman helped him up and told him to be more careful. Once again in shock I try to take a breath, but then I saw my bus. Bus stops are not very organized and sometimes they get jammed, which, because of the traffic ours was. Some women were flagging the bus down so I assumed it was going to stop near them, but I was mistaken. The bus went far beyond the stop and I had to run to catch up. By the time I reached the back of the bus it had already started moving so I attempted, and luckily completed, my first moving entrance onto a bus. Finally I was able to sit down and reflect on the semi-crazy events. Soon I saw the ambulance going towards the direction of the accidence I just witnessed, hopefully to help the cyclist. At this point I once again started to notice the usually slow traffic. Since I have only been riding to Quito buses for 2 weeks I thought maybe it was just a really bad day for some reason, like what happens when the brewers have a home night game. But then I noticed the Ecuadorians looking around worried and angry. At this point I started to realize something was not normal about this day. Finally we reached a last intersection in my root, but the lights were not on and there were no cops controlling it. In the states when something like this happens, usually everyone just treats it as a 4-way stop and it is fairly organized and safe. This was definitely not the case here… every car was just trying to squeeze its way through the complete mess of an intersection and as a result it was taking forever. Eventually I reached my stop and got off (thankfully the bus driver came to a complete stop this time.) As I was walking back to my house I started to realize that there was not light on in any of the buildings and finally realized that the power was out. I got to my house and immediately wanted to share my adventure of a bus ride with David so I knocked on the downstairs door and a young girl, whom I had never seen before, answer I asked her where David was and she obviously did not know who I was talking about. I walked into the living room and saw more dark figures that I didn’t recognize. I eventually found David’s dad and he told me David was in his room. So I went to share my stories, Dave had just woken up from a nap so he was a little disoriented. Soon the lights came on and David’s mom came over and told us there was some special catholic ceremony happening and that is why their family was there. Dave and I were not completely sure what was happening but we went upstairs as instructed and were greeted by a priest and a large statue of the Virgin Mary. We were then herded into the living room to sit down. Dave and I were both pretty confused since neither of us knows Spanish very well nor know very much about Catholicism, and he had also just woken up. We sat though what was probably about 20-30 minutes of the priest talking about who knows what, I’m assuming religion. All I really got was the Virgin Mary is pretty important, other than that I was not paying close attention. After the ceremony we had a special queesh that was very tasty and some black tea. Eventually the Virgin left our living room (at which time the lights went off again) and my parents explained that the Virgin was going to other houses in the family. I still don’t understand exactly what happened but it was a good cultural experience, I think… and it was a very fitting end to a very odd day. The next morning I learned that half the country and about 70% of the Ecuadorian population lost power that night. Pretty crazy.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
love and hate
1-13-09
I am started to get really settled in Quito. My days have become pretty routine: wake up around 7:30 (depending on if I go for a run or not,) leave the house at 8:30 to catch the bus, science class from 9:30 to 12:30, lunch from 12:30 to 2:30 when I go out with my friends to a nearby restaurant, Spanish from 2:30 to 5:30, get home around 6:30, dinner at 7, and then I read or go to the internet café with David. Along with this routine I have started to reflect on my experiences instead of just being completely caught up in the moment.
Some things that I have come to miss and that I take advantage of in the states:
-Being able to get change for a 20 dollar bill. There is a shortage of currency so it very hard to get change for anything above a 1 dollar bill, unless the total is within 1 or 2 dollars of the bill you are trying to use.
-Being able to put toilet paper in the toilet. The sewage system is not the best here so putting toilet paper down the toilet can clog the pipes very easily. Along with this is the assumption that there is toilet paper in all public bathrooms. Either there is no TP at all or it is outside the stall and you have to remember to look for it before you sit down on the toilet. This takes some getting used to, bt the learning curve is pretty fast after a few times of realizing you have no toilet paper after the point of no return.
-Drinking from the tap without getting having to sprint to the bathroom almost exactly 24 hours later with a horrible stomach ache. I am not a big fan of bottled water, but am forced to drink it for my own well being.
Things I have come to love and will miss when I return to the states:
-Fresh squeezed orange juice. My host family hand squeezes oranges every morning. I do not think I will ever be able to drink OJ from concentrate again, fresh squeezed is exponentially better.
-The beautiful scenery. Every day I get to see the Andes Mountains! Seriously, it is amazing, and the cloud formations around the mountains are always changing in cool new ways.
-Cheap beer. I can get a half liter bottle for a dollar. Could life get any better?
-Cheap everything! To ride the bus it is 25 cents, a HUGE slice of pizza is a dollar, a 3 course meal is under 3 dollars, 3 DVDs for 5 dollars. I don’t know how I am going to get used to USA prices again…
I am started to get really settled in Quito. My days have become pretty routine: wake up around 7:30 (depending on if I go for a run or not,) leave the house at 8:30 to catch the bus, science class from 9:30 to 12:30, lunch from 12:30 to 2:30 when I go out with my friends to a nearby restaurant, Spanish from 2:30 to 5:30, get home around 6:30, dinner at 7, and then I read or go to the internet café with David. Along with this routine I have started to reflect on my experiences instead of just being completely caught up in the moment.
Some things that I have come to miss and that I take advantage of in the states:
-Being able to get change for a 20 dollar bill. There is a shortage of currency so it very hard to get change for anything above a 1 dollar bill, unless the total is within 1 or 2 dollars of the bill you are trying to use.
-Being able to put toilet paper in the toilet. The sewage system is not the best here so putting toilet paper down the toilet can clog the pipes very easily. Along with this is the assumption that there is toilet paper in all public bathrooms. Either there is no TP at all or it is outside the stall and you have to remember to look for it before you sit down on the toilet. This takes some getting used to, bt the learning curve is pretty fast after a few times of realizing you have no toilet paper after the point of no return.
-Drinking from the tap without getting having to sprint to the bathroom almost exactly 24 hours later with a horrible stomach ache. I am not a big fan of bottled water, but am forced to drink it for my own well being.
Things I have come to love and will miss when I return to the states:
-Fresh squeezed orange juice. My host family hand squeezes oranges every morning. I do not think I will ever be able to drink OJ from concentrate again, fresh squeezed is exponentially better.
-The beautiful scenery. Every day I get to see the Andes Mountains! Seriously, it is amazing, and the cloud formations around the mountains are always changing in cool new ways.
-Cheap beer. I can get a half liter bottle for a dollar. Could life get any better?
-Cheap everything! To ride the bus it is 25 cents, a HUGE slice of pizza is a dollar, a 3 course meal is under 3 dollars, 3 DVDs for 5 dollars. I don’t know how I am going to get used to USA prices again…
photos
http://www.flickr.com/photos/brittinecuador/
I may have to change this since there are restriction on how many picture I can upload a month, and I already reached my max...
but for now here you go! enjoy!
I may have to change this since there are restriction on how many picture I can upload a month, and I already reached my max...
but for now here you go! enjoy!
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