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7 Apr

Breakfasts at my house are not always what I expect “breakfast food” to be (and there’s always so much of it! I’m full until 3pm):

Lunes: pastel, té de anise, huevos

Martes: colada, pan, jugo de manzana, tortilla de espinaca/huevo/cebolla/queso

Miércoles: pescado frito (trout or carp caught fresh from a nearby lake by an indigenous women’s group), arroz, tomate/cebolla, pan, colada morada

Jueves: arroz con leche, pan con mermelada, huevos fritos, jugo de tomate de árbol,


más fotos del fin de semana

6 Apr

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Oh, también, I might be going to Berlin at the end of summer. Help me find good ticket deals?



3 Apr

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Instantes- Jorge Luis Borges

10 Mar

My spanish professor gave this poem to us as un regalo on our last day of class yesterday. Me encanta.


Si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida,
en la próxima trataría de cometer más errores.
No intentaría ser tan perfecto, me relajaría más.
Sería más tonto de lo que he sido,
de hecho tomaría muy pocas cosas con seriedad.
Sería menos higiénico.
Correría más riesgos,
haría más viajes,
contemplaría más atardeceres,
subiría más montañas, nadaría más ríos.
Iría a más lugares adonde nunca he ido,
comería más helados y menos habas,
tendría más problemas reales y menos imaginarios. 

Yo fui una de esas personas que vivió sensata
y prolíficamente cada minuto de su vida;
claro que tuve momentos de alegría.
Pero si pudiera volver atrás trataría
de tener solamente buenos momentos.

Por si no lo saben, de eso está hecha la vida,
sólo de momentos; no te pierdas el ahora.

Yo era uno de esos que nunca
iban a ninguna parte sin un termómetro,
una bolsa de agua caliente,
un paraguas y un paracaídas;
si pudiera volver a vivir, viajaría más liviano.

Si pudiera volver a vivir
comenzaría a andar descalzo a principios
de la primavera
y seguiría descalzo hasta concluir el otoño.
Daría más vueltas en calesita,
contemplaría más amaneceres,
y jugaría con más niños,
si tuviera otra vez vida por delante.

Pero ya ven, tengo 85 años…
y sé que me estoy muriendo.

Backstreet Boys en Quito!

9 Mar

Went to the Backstreet Boys concert last night at El Coliseo Rumiñahui!! I didn`t plan on going until a few hours before the start when a friend called to see if I would buy her ticket because she was sick. It brought back so many childhood memories; most of them involve singing into fake microphones with friends when we were in our tweens. Appropriately, the majority of the fans at the concert were of my generation and the one before me. I was surprised by the number of people in attendance. The amount paid for general admission seats alone was $127,000.

Whenever the Boys sang a song from their new album (which apparently they have…), there was only a handful of people who were able to sing along. I lost track of the number of outfit changes they had… my favorite was the outfit that consisted of a swacket with a big, sparkly, red “B” on the back, jeans, and bright red chucks. They said they first got together 18 years ago- this was their first time in Quito.

There are some great pictures from the night which I will of course be sharing when I have the chance.


(no quiero escribir mis ensayos)

22 Feb

I am turning into a Quiteño- it is currently 55 degrees F and I am freezing. It has literally been raining every day for the past two weeks, with periods of midday sun, typically. I am not complaining though, as I have been made aware of the fact that there are feet of snow in the Midwest. Speaking of the the Midwest…

I want to say, “WTF!?” to Scott Walker  and, “Muchas gracias!” to everyone who has been protesting and speaking out against the proposed budget bill in Wisconsin. My mom here tells me how important education is at least twice a week- that it’s the key to change and that the niños are our future. I think this holds true across languages and countries. We need educators to realize these goals.


Amor y mejores deseos a mi estado,


Dar y recibir

8 Feb



CIMAS juego de fútbol antes la lluvia


I’ve practiced yoga for about 1.5 years (and am still very much a beginner). What I love most about yoga is how it continually surprises me- in what my body can do, in where my mind goes (or doesn’t), and in how the same sequence of movements has a dramatically different meaning each time I do them. Right now, yoga is my drug and my religion. Many times, what I discover on my mat becomes applicable in the rest of my life. Keeping this in mind, I’d like to share some post-practice thoughts following a week marked by decisions and changes…

I know that I can be a stubborn individual, but I am realizing more each day that there is no point in struggling through life- no use in forging ahead just for the purpose of continuing. In this country, filled with a mixture of unfair repression and undeniable beauty, I am continually pushed to find my edge and expand my comfort zones. Breathe, smile, I remind myself often. It’s a difficult thing to do, but in order to take care of others, I must take care of myself first.



I don’t need to take the world on; I can let the world take me on, instead.

Mucho amor, siempre,




16 Jan

This is what my program tells me:

Provide your friends and relatives with the Fundación Cimas del Ecuador address: your mail will
arrive 3-4 days sooner than at your host family’s address:

c/o Fundación Cimas del Ecuador

Calle Los OlivoS E14-226 y las Minas (sector San Isidro del Inca)

Telefax (593-2) 2414153 – 2412496/2810507/2812948


P.O.Box 17-21-942 –      Quito, Ecuador

If your family and friends would like to send you a package, PLEASE ASK THEM NOT TO
DECLARE A COMERCIAL VALUE FOR THE GOODS, otherwise you will have to pay
custom taxes in Ecuador.


9 Dec

I’m sitting in Brueggers right now (I have the 2010 bottomless coffee mug… it’s very nice). There is a young woman and (I’m making assumptions) her little, blonde-haired girl sitting in the corner. The mom is trying to chew her bagel as quickly as possible and answering her daughter’s queries in between big gulps of VitaminWater.

I really enjoyed my coffee dates with little Lily. We never had a rigorous time schedule and I could relax and take in the surroundings as she flirted with strangers and sipped her apple juice. For anyone, and not just a three year-old, she was a good person to hang out with in coffee shops.

I went to a yoga class at 6:30am this morning (yay for a free week at CorePower). I haven’t felt so great this early in the morning since…? It’s nice to be able to breathe.

ahh minneapolis

19 Jul

The plane landed between thunderstorms.  It felt like coming home. THAT, in itself, was crazy and awesome.

Biking, bread, and friends.  It’s nice.