how to get to the rainforest:
1. take a taxi to the airport at 530 in the morning.
2. take a really small airplane over the andes for 45 minutes.
3. take a bus to a hotel with illegal wild monkeys, parrots and peacocks.
4. take a canoe with a motor for an hour and 40 minutes.
5. take a chiva bus for 2 hours, meaning a wooden bus, without any glass windows so the air blows your hat, food and anything else not firmly held down into the abyss.
6. take another motor canoe for 2 hours, this time in the rainforest rain so that anyone without a poncho immediately accessible got soaked.
the slightly soggy journey was well worth where we found ourselves after the last canoe ride, the tiputini biodiversity station, which is a research station affiliated with the university of san francisco, quito and boston university.
after a surprisingly delicious dinner of spaghetti and tomato sauce and garlic bread, we split into groups of 6 students with a guide, making three groups, and left on a night hike through the jungle.
my group of 6 slightly scared but really excited fellow journeywomen ventured into the darkness with not enough flashlights and no cameras and found something of everything. we encountered frogs (ranas), toads (sapos), lots and lots of different kinds of ants (hormigas and congas), mushrooms and fungi (hongos), spiders (arañas), and of course, trees (arboles).
the frogs were mainly transparent and the size of a quarter, the toads were bigger and brown or green, the ants called congas were probably as long as a quarter, in one spot our guide told us to turn off the flashlights and slowly, glow in the dark mushrooms became speckles of light in the ground, my guide called them stars from the ground and they really did look like a mirror image of the sky. we also found tarantulas hanging out in their holes.
the next morning my same group found ourselves on a 120 foot platform overlooking the jungle. it was beautiful. later we crossed a few bridges, all connected by platforms at the top of the jungle trees. terrifying but beautiful.
on our last full day we took the motor canoe down the river and jumped into the river. in our oversized lifevests we floated with the current followed by the boat. even though the river was brown and caymans are known to live in it, the river floating adventure might have been my favorite.
the next day we took a couple boats and buses and an airplane to get home. and it is nice to be here, with bug bites constantly reminding me of the good times had a few days ago. now i am on my final stretch, with only a 25 page essay between me and the end of my semester in ecuador.
oh and i don't have any pictures, but as soon as i find some i will put them up.
miércoles, 26 de noviembre de 2008
jueves, 20 de noviembre de 2008
life on a farm with some indigenous folk
this is the result of 10 days in a rural indigenous town where all the women where this getup, with variations only in the color of the embroidery and skirt.
sábado, 8 de noviembre de 2008
not ecuador
dead women's pass
this is day two. day two is the hardest. day two is the hurdle, the mountain. two mountains, actually, for day two. day two gets you to day three, though, so i have to do day two. day three gets you to machu picchu so i have to just get through day two.
knowing the hardest part of the hardest day is called dead women's pass is a bit disheartening when you know you have a couple thousand meters of elevation to gain left (which takes an average of 5 hours) to get there and and couple thousand meters to descend afterward (which takes 1.5 hours) before lunchtime.
our group of 18 quickly changes from a group of excited kids joking around together into solitary soldiers dedicated to the mountain. it actually doesn't seem so bad at first, there is uphill and flat, more uphill and flat and that isn't too bad. after an hour and fifteen minutes where the first break is, i know if it's more of the same than this dead women's pass will have been overrated but i know that this isn't the case. starting again is another uphill, some downhill, some uphill and this is the point where the uphill doesn't stop. the uphill obviously becomes upmountain.
from the shrubbery and trees and cool nice temperature i ascend to a more tropical zone, with a stream and some butterflies and large trees with moss growing on the sides. here the stairs begin. here you round a corner and see more stairs, probably about a hundred in sight until you round another corner or get through the trees blocking the view and see another hundred stairs. this pattern got old very quickly. two hours later i reach the next official break.
so i hear, this last part was the hardest and it only gets easier. the next part is less steep, then it's the top. alright. i start walking up and there are no stairs, score! i keep going up, though, and when i round the corner the reality of dead women's pass hits me. i see the 20 minute walk i just took continue in front of me and then make a right hand turn and continue and make a left around the mountain into the abyss.
here we begin to enter another type of climate. this uphill, which is starting to add the occassional stair, starts to be inside of the clouds far above where i began this day. i can see the people ahead of me become the size of toy soldiers turning the corner a ways in front of me and a ways above me. this is where there isn't really enough air and i have to stop every minute or so to catch my breath even though i wished i could just keep going. eventually i round the corner and leave the group of people i was silently walking besides. the end is in sight and i can see the dark profile of people's heads moving around the top, mistakable for a tree if someone was standing without moving.
this part gets a bit more steep. i keep going. i see ellie but can't spend any energy on yelling a hello to her at the top already though i hear my name being cheered by the ellie. i keep going. i pass a friend who won't respond to anyone speaking to her. i start the last tier of stairs. i'm in a cloud. i keep going and i get there with some good friends to greet me and congratulate me.
we came from the lowest part. we ended at the highest part. you can see people just about to finish on the right and how the trail led us there.
reaching dead women's pass is an accomplishment and we all did it.
saksay waman
i'm in peru. cusco to be exact. after waking up at three thirty in the morning (morning is a debatable word to describe three thirty) and taking an airplane to this place, we explore the very old very high town of cusco. eventually, finally lunch time comes and it seems as though everyone is dropping like flies. after lunch we have the option of going to an archaeological site called saksay waman (not sexy woman, everyone's favorite joke) but only five of us students make it, along with the two program leaders.
saksay waman is something like a fortress. somehow the pre-colombian people got a bunch of rocks, some probably ten to fifteen feet tall and the same width, and put them side by side and stacked to make a really beautiful wall. behind the wall were other rock groupings of similar styles.
a lot of rocks made their way up here.
across the field on the other side was a playground of sorts. a humongous rock bulges out of the ground and is so smooth that it looks in some ways like it could be a petrified wave out of the ocean. the rock becomes a slide at one part, so smooth you can ride down it from probably thirty feet above the ground and your butt only becomes slightly sore afterwards.
the rock slides.
saksay waman is quite a place and also quite a song. which we learned in my quichua class and has been stuck in my head ever since then (saksay waman pi/pukuy pukuycha/imashamanta/kanpash wakanki...).
day one
this is the real beginning of the real purpose of my trip to peru. going off the impression cusco gave me, i had no real problem waking up at 430 the next day because of the excitement of the even bigger things to come.
so after some diddle daddling, we are finally on the trail and on the trail we continue, for about four hours until we hit the campsite where we are supposed to eat lunch.
only problem, this is november second, dia de los difuntos in many parts of latin america, including peru. for this reason, the agency that sent us our guides and porters for the trip made a deal that some of the porters could start this first day halfway through the day because they refused to go earlier.
one of the many ruins, this one was actually on the third day.
i'm very glad that the porters who requested to celebrate this day got some time off but really, they should have given us packed lunches or warned us ahead of time because i don't think i'm being too picky when i say that it is not acceptable to let people hike for four hours after having breakfast at five in the morning and not give them lunch at a decent hour. because we were missing the essential porters who made us every meal, we hiked for another two hours after reaching the lunch campsite, where we were told we would eat lunch, and ate over twelve hours after our last meal and after six hours of backpacking.
inti punku
day three is the last real day of backpacking. day three is the most beautiful. i thought of it as the reward we all deserved after day two. we passed many things beautiful and kept doing so for many hours. we went through cave tunnels and past a big river at the bottom of whatever mountain we were on top of that day. a butterfly attached itself to me and let me carry itself for several minutes.
the view we woke up to on the third day, the day we reached inti punku.
this was the day where we would finally be formally introduced to machu picchu. after lunchtime we began the last big stretch and we hiked flat and uphill terrain for a couple hours. after a good amount of time and when the trail really began to get steep i could feel how close we were. i suddenly had a bundle of energy and happily kept going, telling a friend behind me when i could see if the trail kept going flat, up or down.
the last stretch was wide. i kept going until i could see through the trees to the top. i saw inti punku, the sun gate, where stones had been placed and where the sun was shining on it just perfectly so that these thousands year old stones shined bright and yellow while the surroundings were shady from the trees.
a happy camper having just reached inti punku. machu picchu is in the middle at the end of the road where buses take people from the village below.
here is where i got my first impression of machu picchu and it was a good one. machu picchu is large and charming yet modest. the obligatory photo shoot with everyone's cameras followed and then we descended the last 30 minutes and were actually really finally there. it was around four thirty and the place was nearly empty and so quiet. the sun was just beginning to set and gave a soft light and glow to machu picchu. a llama walked by but before leaving the first few people there, posed for a camera.
the great awakening
the third day was election day. i tried very hard to keep it out of my mind and actually could for periods. at dinner time, around eight thirty we still really had no idea. after an internal debate i decided i would go to sleep after dinner instead of staying up like a bunch of us were doing until news found itself into the program leader's blackberry inbox.
the program leader's inbox got an email around eleven which lead to him poking his head out of his tent to announce the news to the vigilant and slightly drunk students waiting in the center of where all the tents were.
at this moment some screaming woke me up, and unlike most backpacking situations where i would be concerned to hear such screaming so late at night, i knew immediately the reason and laid in my sleeping bag with a smile, absorbing the moment, in light of the situation, the beauty i was in.
machu picchu
the locals, the quechua speakers pronounce machu picchu, machu pik'chu.
a closer view of machu picchu.
the town down below, where everyone goes through to get to the site is called aguascalientes but is trying to change its name to machu picchu.
no one knows for sure what machu picchu is but it was empty before the spaniards arrived, possibly because of a malaria epidemic.
machu picchu has a sun temple that lets the sun shine through it just perfectly on the summer solstice.
when it was found again by academic herman bigham in 1911 it was completely covered in trees and grass and took a long time to find out how epic the place actually is.
machu picchu is special. gorgeous. highly impressive.
machu picchu has a sun dial.
lima
i love the grand city of lima, peru.
it is a coastal city and everytime i remembered i had the ability to, i would breathe in a nice breath of salty chilled coastal air.
i walked by myself to a starbucks, bought a chai tea latte and felt completely comfortable, even more than i do after two months in quito.
i really loved lima.
the only picture of lima i have.
lima doesn't have the constant beauty of cusco, where every building looks like it belongs more a couple centuries ago than in this age. lima is a city's city. it has character.
it also has one of the most impressive central plazas i've seen in all of peru and ecuador.
i will go back to lima one day more certainly than any of the other places i've been to so far this semester.
lima was my last impression of peru.
san clemente
tomorrow i go to an indigenous village called san clemente for ten days where i will do many things i probably won't do ever again. more details on that in about ten days.
this is day two. day two is the hardest. day two is the hurdle, the mountain. two mountains, actually, for day two. day two gets you to day three, though, so i have to do day two. day three gets you to machu picchu so i have to just get through day two.
knowing the hardest part of the hardest day is called dead women's pass is a bit disheartening when you know you have a couple thousand meters of elevation to gain left (which takes an average of 5 hours) to get there and and couple thousand meters to descend afterward (which takes 1.5 hours) before lunchtime.
our group of 18 quickly changes from a group of excited kids joking around together into solitary soldiers dedicated to the mountain. it actually doesn't seem so bad at first, there is uphill and flat, more uphill and flat and that isn't too bad. after an hour and fifteen minutes where the first break is, i know if it's more of the same than this dead women's pass will have been overrated but i know that this isn't the case. starting again is another uphill, some downhill, some uphill and this is the point where the uphill doesn't stop. the uphill obviously becomes upmountain.
from the shrubbery and trees and cool nice temperature i ascend to a more tropical zone, with a stream and some butterflies and large trees with moss growing on the sides. here the stairs begin. here you round a corner and see more stairs, probably about a hundred in sight until you round another corner or get through the trees blocking the view and see another hundred stairs. this pattern got old very quickly. two hours later i reach the next official break.
so i hear, this last part was the hardest and it only gets easier. the next part is less steep, then it's the top. alright. i start walking up and there are no stairs, score! i keep going up, though, and when i round the corner the reality of dead women's pass hits me. i see the 20 minute walk i just took continue in front of me and then make a right hand turn and continue and make a left around the mountain into the abyss.
here we begin to enter another type of climate. this uphill, which is starting to add the occassional stair, starts to be inside of the clouds far above where i began this day. i can see the people ahead of me become the size of toy soldiers turning the corner a ways in front of me and a ways above me. this is where there isn't really enough air and i have to stop every minute or so to catch my breath even though i wished i could just keep going. eventually i round the corner and leave the group of people i was silently walking besides. the end is in sight and i can see the dark profile of people's heads moving around the top, mistakable for a tree if someone was standing without moving.
this part gets a bit more steep. i keep going. i see ellie but can't spend any energy on yelling a hello to her at the top already though i hear my name being cheered by the ellie. i keep going. i pass a friend who won't respond to anyone speaking to her. i start the last tier of stairs. i'm in a cloud. i keep going and i get there with some good friends to greet me and congratulate me.
we came from the lowest part. we ended at the highest part. you can see people just about to finish on the right and how the trail led us there.reaching dead women's pass is an accomplishment and we all did it.
saksay waman
i'm in peru. cusco to be exact. after waking up at three thirty in the morning (morning is a debatable word to describe three thirty) and taking an airplane to this place, we explore the very old very high town of cusco. eventually, finally lunch time comes and it seems as though everyone is dropping like flies. after lunch we have the option of going to an archaeological site called saksay waman (not sexy woman, everyone's favorite joke) but only five of us students make it, along with the two program leaders.
saksay waman is something like a fortress. somehow the pre-colombian people got a bunch of rocks, some probably ten to fifteen feet tall and the same width, and put them side by side and stacked to make a really beautiful wall. behind the wall were other rock groupings of similar styles.
a lot of rocks made their way up here.across the field on the other side was a playground of sorts. a humongous rock bulges out of the ground and is so smooth that it looks in some ways like it could be a petrified wave out of the ocean. the rock becomes a slide at one part, so smooth you can ride down it from probably thirty feet above the ground and your butt only becomes slightly sore afterwards.
the rock slides.day one
this is the real beginning of the real purpose of my trip to peru. going off the impression cusco gave me, i had no real problem waking up at 430 the next day because of the excitement of the even bigger things to come.
so after some diddle daddling, we are finally on the trail and on the trail we continue, for about four hours until we hit the campsite where we are supposed to eat lunch.
only problem, this is november second, dia de los difuntos in many parts of latin america, including peru. for this reason, the agency that sent us our guides and porters for the trip made a deal that some of the porters could start this first day halfway through the day because they refused to go earlier.
one of the many ruins, this one was actually on the third day.i'm very glad that the porters who requested to celebrate this day got some time off but really, they should have given us packed lunches or warned us ahead of time because i don't think i'm being too picky when i say that it is not acceptable to let people hike for four hours after having breakfast at five in the morning and not give them lunch at a decent hour. because we were missing the essential porters who made us every meal, we hiked for another two hours after reaching the lunch campsite, where we were told we would eat lunch, and ate over twelve hours after our last meal and after six hours of backpacking.
inti punku
day three is the last real day of backpacking. day three is the most beautiful. i thought of it as the reward we all deserved after day two. we passed many things beautiful and kept doing so for many hours. we went through cave tunnels and past a big river at the bottom of whatever mountain we were on top of that day. a butterfly attached itself to me and let me carry itself for several minutes.
the view we woke up to on the third day, the day we reached inti punku.this was the day where we would finally be formally introduced to machu picchu. after lunchtime we began the last big stretch and we hiked flat and uphill terrain for a couple hours. after a good amount of time and when the trail really began to get steep i could feel how close we were. i suddenly had a bundle of energy and happily kept going, telling a friend behind me when i could see if the trail kept going flat, up or down.
the last stretch was wide. i kept going until i could see through the trees to the top. i saw inti punku, the sun gate, where stones had been placed and where the sun was shining on it just perfectly so that these thousands year old stones shined bright and yellow while the surroundings were shady from the trees.
a happy camper having just reached inti punku. machu picchu is in the middle at the end of the road where buses take people from the village below.here is where i got my first impression of machu picchu and it was a good one. machu picchu is large and charming yet modest. the obligatory photo shoot with everyone's cameras followed and then we descended the last 30 minutes and were actually really finally there. it was around four thirty and the place was nearly empty and so quiet. the sun was just beginning to set and gave a soft light and glow to machu picchu. a llama walked by but before leaving the first few people there, posed for a camera.
the great awakening
the third day was election day. i tried very hard to keep it out of my mind and actually could for periods. at dinner time, around eight thirty we still really had no idea. after an internal debate i decided i would go to sleep after dinner instead of staying up like a bunch of us were doing until news found itself into the program leader's blackberry inbox.
the program leader's inbox got an email around eleven which lead to him poking his head out of his tent to announce the news to the vigilant and slightly drunk students waiting in the center of where all the tents were.
at this moment some screaming woke me up, and unlike most backpacking situations where i would be concerned to hear such screaming so late at night, i knew immediately the reason and laid in my sleeping bag with a smile, absorbing the moment, in light of the situation, the beauty i was in.
machu picchu
the locals, the quechua speakers pronounce machu picchu, machu pik'chu.
a closer view of machu picchu.the town down below, where everyone goes through to get to the site is called aguascalientes but is trying to change its name to machu picchu.
no one knows for sure what machu picchu is but it was empty before the spaniards arrived, possibly because of a malaria epidemic.
machu picchu has a sun temple that lets the sun shine through it just perfectly on the summer solstice.
when it was found again by academic herman bigham in 1911 it was completely covered in trees and grass and took a long time to find out how epic the place actually is.
machu picchu is special. gorgeous. highly impressive.
machu picchu has a sun dial.
lima
i love the grand city of lima, peru.
it is a coastal city and everytime i remembered i had the ability to, i would breathe in a nice breath of salty chilled coastal air.
i walked by myself to a starbucks, bought a chai tea latte and felt completely comfortable, even more than i do after two months in quito.
i really loved lima.
the only picture of lima i have.lima doesn't have the constant beauty of cusco, where every building looks like it belongs more a couple centuries ago than in this age. lima is a city's city. it has character.
it also has one of the most impressive central plazas i've seen in all of peru and ecuador.
i will go back to lima one day more certainly than any of the other places i've been to so far this semester.
lima was my last impression of peru.
san clemente
tomorrow i go to an indigenous village called san clemente for ten days where i will do many things i probably won't do ever again. more details on that in about ten days.
martes, 28 de octubre de 2008
in two months i will be in my comfy little home in santa monica. i will have eaten in n out, slept in my very own bed, and on the 28th of december i will have to call into the superior court of los angeles hotline to see if i have jury duty the next morning or not. at that point i will have spent four days walking the inca trail to machu picchu, some time in the ecuadorian amazon and i will have written a 25 page paper in spanish on sumak kawsay and the government's most recent promises to the indigenous peoples of ecuador. i will probably be in some ecuador appreciation group on facebook. my hair will be another inch longer (hopefully).
i am really far from home and in some ways and on some days i want those two months left to be a lot less. my life in the last two months and the next two months consists of some pretty cool situations and things that i need to remember. ecuador has colada morada y guaguas, fruits like guanabanas and naranjillas and uvitas and tomate de arbol and guayaba which all make fantastic juices and batidos, ecuador has quarter buses and loving families and kisses on the cheek and weather with character and presidents to meet and waterfalls and many many new experiences for me.
even though on occassion i buy a hot dog or french fries i know that once i'm in the states i will be craving ecuadorian food for the rest of my life and any ecuadorian restaurants i find will never ever compare to what i eat here.
phase one of my semester abroad is over after tomorrow. phase two, the study trips, starts friday and ends at the end of the next month. phase three is the three and a half weeks with nothing to do but write a 25 page paper in spanish and say my goodbyes to ecuador.
i am really far from home and in some ways and on some days i want those two months left to be a lot less. my life in the last two months and the next two months consists of some pretty cool situations and things that i need to remember. ecuador has colada morada y guaguas, fruits like guanabanas and naranjillas and uvitas and tomate de arbol and guayaba which all make fantastic juices and batidos, ecuador has quarter buses and loving families and kisses on the cheek and weather with character and presidents to meet and waterfalls and many many new experiences for me.
even though on occassion i buy a hot dog or french fries i know that once i'm in the states i will be craving ecuadorian food for the rest of my life and any ecuadorian restaurants i find will never ever compare to what i eat here.
phase one of my semester abroad is over after tomorrow. phase two, the study trips, starts friday and ends at the end of the next month. phase three is the three and a half weeks with nothing to do but write a 25 page paper in spanish and say my goodbyes to ecuador.
viernes, 24 de octubre de 2008
new experience of the day: meet president
today was a good day.
maya having a good day.
some reasons why i had a good day:
1. i learned the happy birthday song in quichua:
sumak wata paktay
sumak wata paktay
sumak wata _____ charichunmi
tukuykun munanchik!
maya having a good day in front of an amazing mural in the presidential palace.
2. i sat in a yellow room for two hours listening to the ecuadorian president speak about what he did this week (on wednesday at 8:30 after breakfast i had a meeting with...) while occasionally having a camera stuffed in front of our faces for the press conference's showing on national television tomorrow morning.
maya having a good day inside of the yellow room of the presidential palace with the president, a breathtaking guy, hannah and camille.
3. after all the blah blah blah finished, our little group got a photo op with the tall, broad-shouldered president who has the most beautiful eyes and delicious cologne out of all the presidents i have ever met. "Con cariño para Maya, RC, 24/10/08" is what this president wrote on my copy of the new constitution and when we sadly departed, he gave us kisses on the cheek.
still having a good day while looking at the presidential sash in the yellow room of the presidential palace.
4. after the adrenaline of being with mr. president wore off we went to calle la ronda with the man who made the night happen, professor and translator jose, to eat good food with good company.
maya having a good day with her signed constitution in bag and unsigned good people surrounding her.
maya having a good day.some reasons why i had a good day:
1. i learned the happy birthday song in quichua:
sumak wata paktay
sumak wata paktay
sumak wata _____ charichunmi
tukuykun munanchik!
maya having a good day in front of an amazing mural in the presidential palace.2. i sat in a yellow room for two hours listening to the ecuadorian president speak about what he did this week (on wednesday at 8:30 after breakfast i had a meeting with...) while occasionally having a camera stuffed in front of our faces for the press conference's showing on national television tomorrow morning.
maya having a good day inside of the yellow room of the presidential palace with the president, a breathtaking guy, hannah and camille.3. after all the blah blah blah finished, our little group got a photo op with the tall, broad-shouldered president who has the most beautiful eyes and delicious cologne out of all the presidents i have ever met. "Con cariño para Maya, RC, 24/10/08" is what this president wrote on my copy of the new constitution and when we sadly departed, he gave us kisses on the cheek.
still having a good day while looking at the presidential sash in the yellow room of the presidential palace.4. after the adrenaline of being with mr. president wore off we went to calle la ronda with the man who made the night happen, professor and translator jose, to eat good food with good company.
maya having a good day with her signed constitution in bag and unsigned good people surrounding her.5. getting to what is definitely now home at a decent hour at a decent price with more than a decent friend accompanying me on the ride home (awwww).
jueves, 23 de octubre de 2008
new life experience of the day: i got stung by a bee! and an ecuadorian bee at that. the bee tried to nest in my luscious, cozy hair and felt my head to figure out what i was feeling, it stung me in the finger.
and it's always surprising what a difference a slip of the tongue, the letters a and o, b and v can make when explaining something in spanish, like getting stung by a bee. bee is abeja in spanish but when ELLIE tried to explain what happened to her maid, she said that an oveja (not abeja), a sheep, had stung me. which is incorrect but humorous nonetheless.
so in other, slightly more important news, I'M MEETING THE PRESIDENT OF ECUADOR TOMORROW. yup. that will be my new life experience of the day for tomorrow. meeting a president, i really didn't think that would be something i did in my life.
and it's always surprising what a difference a slip of the tongue, the letters a and o, b and v can make when explaining something in spanish, like getting stung by a bee. bee is abeja in spanish but when ELLIE tried to explain what happened to her maid, she said that an oveja (not abeja), a sheep, had stung me. which is incorrect but humorous nonetheless.
so in other, slightly more important news, I'M MEETING THE PRESIDENT OF ECUADOR TOMORROW. yup. that will be my new life experience of the day for tomorrow. meeting a president, i really didn't think that would be something i did in my life.
domingo, 19 de octubre de 2008
once on here i said that it rains in quito but never pours. that was incorrect.
a beautiful day full of adventures and historic center venturings and watching friends play basketball and delicious food. that's chapter one.
chapter two. a friend and i begin the walk home, more or less a 45 minute venture total for me because we walk to his house and then i walk to mine. three minutes after we leave the rest of our friends at the warm and cozy quicentro, a very modern, very large mall, the rain begins, and not the normal splashing friendliness with the sun still shining through.
cars splash us, i worry about my ipod and school stuff i have on me. my friend has a rain jacket and of course i do not. i get to his house expecting the rain to simmer down but not. it only gets worse. so i decide to start the trek home, borrowing his umbrella he left at home. his umbrella went inside out on three separate occasions and by the time i got home it really didn't matter if i stepped in the newly formed puddles or not, my feet were sloshing around in my shoes anyways.
i guess that's my two chapter adventure of the day. life is good.
a beautiful day full of adventures and historic center venturings and watching friends play basketball and delicious food. that's chapter one.
chapter two. a friend and i begin the walk home, more or less a 45 minute venture total for me because we walk to his house and then i walk to mine. three minutes after we leave the rest of our friends at the warm and cozy quicentro, a very modern, very large mall, the rain begins, and not the normal splashing friendliness with the sun still shining through.
cars splash us, i worry about my ipod and school stuff i have on me. my friend has a rain jacket and of course i do not. i get to his house expecting the rain to simmer down but not. it only gets worse. so i decide to start the trek home, borrowing his umbrella he left at home. his umbrella went inside out on three separate occasions and by the time i got home it really didn't matter if i stepped in the newly formed puddles or not, my feet were sloshing around in my shoes anyways.
i guess that's my two chapter adventure of the day. life is good.
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