On being home...

I'm home now. And by "home" I mean good old P-town. I have not even seen the fam yet, but I am on American (ahem...North American, sorry) soil now so I guess that counts. Honestly I have such mixed feelings about the whole situation. It seems like I spent the last few weeks counting down the days till when I was coming home, but then as soon as we landed in SLC I was bursting into tears. Naturally. I won't get too mushy descriptional of my feelings, but I guess just being here actually means the experience is over.

The first thing I noticed that was different in Houston when we landed there is that there were people driving on a highway with lanes and they seemed to be much more considerate than I am used to. I was also super excited to be able to flush TP in the airport. It caused much more excitement than it probably should have, but then again I was also a little off because of lack of sleep. Speaking of sleep, my sleeping habits are completely different than they used to be. I was awake for almost 24 hours yesterday and then went to bed late last night only to wake up at 4:44 am (my usual time for what my body is used to in Ecuador...) feeling as good as ever. You all know that is definitely not me. I will for sure miss the daily siesta though.

Kylee thinks I talk different. It's weird to drink water from the tap. I'm still a little weary about that. All the old friends to came visit yesterday. That was fun. I don't think they have changed too much.

I think I have changed more than anyone. Well I hope at least. I think I more independent than I was before. I don't care nearly as much what other people think. Serving people really puts things into perspective for me. My experience taught me to love like I have never loved before. Every baby that we worked with is so important to me and I miss them terribly. Spending every day with them for three months, watching them grow, and basically being their careproviders does not make for an easy transistion when you leave.

I can't remember what else I wanted to say. Oh well. Apparently its siesta time. I can still have that today.

Lessons from a Nun

The other night we had a fiesta in our house to celebrate ¨National Women´s Day¨ (apparently a huge holiday in Ecuador). We invited all the workers from SVP, including the nuns. The group before us had also had a party with the workers before we came and all they could ever talk about was how much Sor Catalina (the head nun) loves to dance and how funny it was to watch her. So of course, after all the food was consumed and all the games were played, we decided to turn our living room into a dance floor.

All I can say is that Sor Catalina sure didn´t disappoint. Here´s a little picture for your enjoyment as well. Oh yeah, I apoligize for my face in advance.

My Mom

My mom likes Rusty more than she likes Bryant.