So let's recap a bit here.
Wednesday 9/23/2015
Wednesday we did our regular school/cleaning routine in the morning and then met my friend Maria Dolores for lunch at Texas Chicken. We were supposed to meet her at 1:30 at the Hospital Baca Ortiz, so we left at 12 to get some walking in. We walked about halfway and then took a taxi the rest of the way because the kids were whining too much by that point.
Baca Ortiz is where Flor was for quite a bit of her infancy. It is a free public children's hospital. Mishell also spent time there, about 3 weeks when she was an infant. I am not sure where she had some of her surgeries (lazy eye and something with her leg) but I would bet there too. Anyway, I met Maria Dolores back when I was volunteering with OSSO and spending a lot of time with Flor there. She is really a sweet lady who just took us OSSO volunteers under her wing. She would bring us snacks at the hospital and come check on us. When I returned for a visit with my friend Kylee a few months after my OSSO days, she invited us to her house for dinner. We also went last time when we adopted Flor and she has since visited us in the US twice. She is a great lady. So, we were excited to see Maria Dolores.
We had a great lunch...so great in fact that none of us was watching our backpack behind us in the stroller. It was literally in my eyesight the whole time, but ya know. Anyway, someone stole it. We think it was a guy who came in trying to sell us gum while we were eating and Maria Dolores shooed him off. But, the joke was on him, because the only things we had in the back pack were snacks for the kids, hand sanitizer, a roll of toilet paper (most public bathrooms here are without), and some wipes. We usually have Flor's pills in there when we are out and about, but we forgot them that day. Huge blessing! What would we do without those? So I hope the thief enjoys his snacks and his nice clean hands. :) Lesson learned, though, to keep everything really close by us!
We then had ice cream with Maria Dolores before she had to go back to work. We invited her for dinner this Sunday, so we will see her again then.
Waiting for Maria Dolores at the Hospital Baca Ortiz |
Ice cream every day is becoming a reality... |
Our first view of the truck |
From the back |
One of the cars that was hit |
Oh and the guard station. Just gone. |
And another car taken out |
Thursday 9/24/2015
Thursday was a less eventful day. We walked down to the market for some more food, stopped at McDonalds for ice cream and to borrow their internet, and spent the afternoon preparing for dinner guests. We had the Baumer family over for dinner with their four kids. They are the ones who arranged this apartment for us. They are from the US but have lived in Ecuador for 3 years and last year they adopted a sibling group of 3 from here to add to their one biological child. They work for the Extreme Response organization here in Quito, thus they knew about the housing.
They came for dinner at 5:30 and we had spaghetti for dinner. We made wayyyyy too much, but better too much than too little, right? The kids all ran around and played and had a great time together. We enjoyed their company a lot. They are about our ages and it was fun to talk to them and hear about their experiences here in Quito. They are amazing-- I don't think I could live here for years on end. It's a great place to visit, but it would certainly be hard to live here. Their kids were a delight too-- super well behaved and very cool to see them speaking English fluently. They have an 11 year old, a 6 year old, and a 3 year old who were adopted, and then a 4 year old son biologically. I didn't take any pictures, unfortunately, but I should have! I think we will see them again, so I will get some then.
I failed to take many pictures that day, but here's a few:
I think this is actually from the day before....but oh well. Proof that Hallie has learned to do the dishes here :) |
They are the best of friends already. No matter that they can hardly speak to each other! :) |
Friday recap later today.
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