! It was past 10 at night after 8 hours of flying (more or less). So we hauled up 2 heavy suitcases up 3 flights of stairs (not too bad, but I still felt like I was going to have a heart attack). Later on that night, I met Malury, who is from Switzerland, and Vanessa, who is from Germany. Malury is an animated girl, who already has lived in Ecuador for 7 months! When she talks, she reminds me of an anime character; she expresses herself with her eyes. Vanessa seems to be a sweet girl, who measures people’s legs and prepares prosthetics to place on them. She has been here for no more than a week and a half.
June 17. This was my first day to use the bus system. One time, I just barely got on the bus, and the bus started moving! I got off balance, and my hips and shoulder hit the side railing pretty hard. I looked to my left, and people were staring at me, but their faces were expressionless. Perhaps this is a natural, everyday occurrence. Buses here are funny. Nory, the secretary who was showing me how to get to the site, told me that we were going to “explorar.” Huh? You mean you don’t know where we are going? I was thinking to myself. “That’s okay. We can have an adventure.” I told her. I think she doubted herself, because we found the place without any complications. The trip was about 45 minutes long. Home for Children Maria Campi de Yoder is the name of my work site. There seems to be a lot of need, including school supplies, beds, and staff members. However, the people who work there have tremendous hearts for these children. And the children seem to have an unquenchable need to be loved. Many of them are orphans or come from situations where their families cannot take care of them. I waved to one of the little girls, and without hesitation, she ran over to hug me. With this one gesture, I felt needed and purpose for being here.
June 16. I felt comforted when I saw the sign, "Ms. Janice Ruelo" when I passed all of the necessary procedures at the Quito airport. A pleasant man was holding up the sign; I assumed he was the husband of Laura, the director of the program (I am staying with her family). He kindly greeted me and offered to take my maletas (suitcases). Being the stubborn person that I am, I allowed him to take one. The streets are crazy (I am mainly referring to traffic, but this isn't a big shock). At nighttime, some traffic lights display both red and green, which confused me. Vincente, or my host father, told me that it mean yield. They also use yellow lights. We arrived at the apartment where I was to stay; Vincente told me that the elevators didn’t work at this time of day. I asked him how many flights of stairs. He told me, Diez (10). I almost had a heart attack! Later, I noticed the smirk on his face which told me was just kidding. You can’t joke with me at this time of day, and in this situation