Hola todos!
We have officially made it safely back to DePauw, or as the Ecuadorians try to pronounce it "DePow".
I
have to give kudos to our leaders who planned this trip because we left
Quito with amazing memories and new friends that we know would run
frantically to alert a leader that one has fallen ill as well as share
our joys and sadness with--we have become a big family here at
Servicio.
Monday
and Tuesday morning were spent volunteering at a new school--Monday
night we went to the the Northern Quito's historical street La Ronda,
which was a lot a fun to wander around finding little shops, drinking
canelazo on the streets, buying unique trinkets from
the street vendors, and almost being run over by an army of bicyclists;
Tuesday night we celebrated Sharon's 21st birthday practically all day
with a group serenading her awake in the morning, a breakfast greeting
of "happy birthday" and finally sharing cake among the 26 of us that
night. Wednesday, it finally started to sink in that we were leaving in
the coming days with our adventure to the teleférico
to see the patchwork of buildings that lines up and down the mountains
that surrounded Quito then to an evening of football with Jamie and I
screaming ¡Dale!
at the SD Quito team. For Thursday, we certainly know how to end the
trip with a bang, we went to visit the Gran Cascada del Pita, this
massive waterfall, like many things in Ecuador that was hidden away,that
challenged each and every one of us as we attempted to venture into the
waterfall; it beat us with freezing waters and fast winds, but locked
in hands knowing that we were safe with each other, the end was just a
couple breaths away as long as we stayed calm. That night we were
treated to a dinner out in historical Quito; it honestly felt strange to
sit at this fancy restaurant knowing that the following night we would
be on a bus driving to the airport.
Friday
morning, I got up determined to see the sun rise in Quito, at the
Centro, this place that I have called home for the past three weeks, in
that hour waiting for the sun to peak through the clouds, watching the
lights of the houses in front of me turn off, listening to the silence
slowly be broken by street vendors calling and cars honking, fighting
for their place on the road, and seeing the sky become a crisp blue, I
couldn't help but think about how we had been waiting for this day to
come, just like we had been waiting for this trip to start, and now we
are waiting for the school year to begin, and it was a bittersweet start
to the day knowing that the next day I won't be able to hear those
sounds, walk down the streets seeing the graffitied walls on our way to the Panaderia or Centro de Comerical, or smell
the food being cooked in the kitchen by Maria, Lupe, Elsa, and Marco
and hearing them greet me as I walked in to help.
It was hard leaving
this friendly, beautiful country, and my illness most of the plane ride
made me wish that I never left because things were good back in Quito,
and if you ask me what I miss the most, I honestly miss it all,
particularly the tea at the Centro, but I am glad to be home in Indiana
where you can walk several feet without any inclines. It was strange to
sit and have dinner at 7:30 with the sun still out, have the tap water
be safe to drink, and be in shorts.
This month has gone by incredibly fast and it has truly been an honor to have spent it with my 25 friends.
Cariños,
Mary