Week 2 is in full swing and I´m starting my second week of Spanish class. My notoriously poor attention span is starting to sprout from the once furtile soil of my motivation, making learning for four hours a day a challenge indeed, but I´m still committed to following through. I´m getting very used to the routine of my new life, and I think that I´ve finally reached the point where I cannot fall asleep without what sounds like rabid dogs devouring a small child in the distance. People leave their dogs outside at night, and that coupled with the abundance of stray dogs in Quito make for quite a night time barking jamboree, often remixed with the occasional car alarm.
Andy is coming tonight, and I´m really excited to have a friend here. Removing myself so drastically from contact with my "real" life, has created a truly bizarre sense of who I am, especially in relation to new and unfamiliar things. It´s strange but your notion of home starts to fade slightly as your new surroundings start to weave their way into your mind´s concept of normal. After ten days of being on my own in a completely new routine with a completely new setting, it´ll be an interesting and welcome shock to the system to have a friend from home introduced into this "new life" that I´ve created.
Andy is coming tonight, and I´m really excited to have a friend here. Removing myself so drastically from contact with my "real" life, has created a truly bizarre sense of who I am, especially in relation to new and unfamiliar things. It´s strange but your notion of home starts to fade slightly as your new surroundings start to weave their way into your mind´s concept of normal. After ten days of being on my own in a completely new routine with a completely new setting, it´ll be an interesting and welcome shock to the system to have a friend from home introduced into this "new life" that I´ve created.
2 comments:
Just finished posting a note to Carmel's Panamanian host family in my broken Spanish. I really admire your decision to immerse yourself in the language and Ecuador is an amazing place to do that. You've evoked fond memories of Otavalo (25 years ago might have been a bit different). I particularly admired the gourds that were carved with intricate characters and stories, hope you continue to tell yours.
Hope as well you can resist the obvious temptation to hang out with other foreigners and instead get to mingle with locals and savor their culture. Your descriptions are fun to read. Your consistency in journaling admirable. Vaya bien
is Andy starting a competing blog? is he a lazy silent partner (always good fodder for ridicule)? or will he be making any guest blogger appearances? his spanish was pretty um, poco, last i heard any of it, so i'm eagerly awaiting all of the spanish he'll be learning (so i can travel with him and make him do all of the talking).
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