Nukaka super unkushkami kani.

Ah to be sick at 10,000 feet... is it possible that altitude makes everything feel so much worse? Granted, I probably could have taken better care of myself. For one thing, I should not have gone dancing Friday night, nor should I have eaten that cheap ass Chinese food... or street Shawerma (although, according to Jed, shawerma cures all)... or gone to the casino (there's free beer!)... or taken an hour long busride to El Mitad del Mundo, but it was all so wonderful, I'd do it again. Needless to say I spent all of Saturday morning/afternoon in bed and on Sunday I passed out at 4 and slept until 7:30 this morning. I wish I could say I'm fully recovered, but I'd be lying.

Jed and one of his many shawerma men... some might call him a shawerma slut, but I like to call him an enthusiast.










It's incredibly hard to beleive I've only been here a week, but that's what the calendar keeps telling me. So far, my schedule is as follows:
Monday- Kichwa 9-12; Seminar 4-6
Tuesday- No classes = adventuring in the city
Wednesday- Kichwa 9-12; Ethno Methods 4-6
Thursday- Voluteering at Abuelitos de la Calle (Grandparents of the Streets) 10-1
Friday- Kichwa 9-12
Kichwa is proving to be both a hilarious and frustrating experience. Hilarious and fun when taught by Jose and terribly frustrating when taught by Jaime, his brother. Jose is the type of language teacher that inspires students and is a constant reminder of why we're taking the time to learn Kichwa. Jaime on the other hand, well... I think he tries, but its just a pretty miserable experience. The only "redeeming" quality of Jaime's teaching are his drawings...













Fig 1. happy and/or angry
Fig 2. bad
Fig 3. sad
Fig 4. happy and/or angry
Fig 5. angry (notice the pinneapple)
Fig 6. sick
Fig 7. a mouse
in essence, nothing he draws makes any sense and you're always wrong in your interpretation.

More later, its lunch time in my house and my brothers just got back from their first day of school...