Three months later.

I got married, got ESL certified, got a job teaching kindergarden.

Any more reasons I have ben too busy to blog? Oh well. Sorry folks.

Life is absolutely crazy.
There is also something that needs put back into balance. Like eating. I can only eat so many fried eggs and rice. Diego could eat that very thing three times a day for the rest of his life. I find rest in just getting a McFlurry in the mall and walking around smelling the news things. Don't get me wrong, the bus fumes and butcher shop scents on the street are great. I just like looking at things. At the same time as it comforts me, it surprises me that just window shopping makes me feel at home. We are so materialistic in the US. Here people value friends and family way more than anything else. They support each other in wye that would make many Americans feel uncomfortable. Another favorite place is El Santo Tome which is a tiny cafe near El Jardin mall. A delicious, fresh strawberry milkshake and a hot chicken sandwich is exactly what I need after a rat-race day. Today the guy that own the cafe gave me an amazing cup of brewed Lojano coffee on the house. Not sure about his intentions. But it was amazing coffee partially because Loja is where Ecuador's finest coffee comes from and also because most Ecuadorians drink Nescafe (instant coffee). Embarassingly, I find it Ironic. Like... why the heck would anyone drink instant coffee with the worlds best coffee next door? Why is it that people don't eat bananas here? It's all about business. If someone buys what you produce, take the money and do without the product. But Lojanos are too proud of their coffee to not own it. And they sure own their braggign rights.

So now I'm sitting here in my apartment all alone. A typical night. Diego won't show himself until nine thirty. So I'm left jumping at every noise because the earthquake last month freaked me out. Every car that zooms by has my heart racing. I've also rid my home of two rather large spider this week. I drown those darn things in insecticide and sweep them up and flush them. I don't play games. I also found a dead roach. Bad sign? I've never seen one before here in the mountains. But big bugs have a funny way of showing up whenever Diego leaves about a hundred dollars worth of plantains on our living room floor. So I'm not too worried. I just wish it wouldn't happen.

Teaching.
Kindergarden is like... being a mom to more kids than even the Duggers can pump out. I have 24 in my class. 24 five year olds that won't sit down and keep punching each other and making ambulance siren noises. Yes, most of them are boys. Most of the girls are little angels. But that's how it goes. I have to put SO many things in planners and just.... I'm not even left with enough energy to write down all the things I have to do every day. And before any official work, I have to tie shoes and hold glasses and open juices and break up fights. That is never part of the job description. From what I can see, the Ecuadorian teachers don't have those problems with the kids. The kids know better than to fool around. With me, they just flat out ignore me. The best part of the day if after the kids leave and only two stay for the after school homework program. I like having just a couple kids to hang out with. I can actually teach them something and I can have fun with them instead of being a policeman. It surprises me that in a private school they would have such large class sizes. But I guess when you have parents willing to pay, the business side of education wins over quality. A shame, but that's the heart of man.


That's all that's currently on my mind. I'm not really sure what I'll typically write about. But I hope to write often.