Rain, Rain Go Away

18 02 2008

I’m from Seattle, where we get our fair share of rain. I adore the rain, I love it when it’s cold and grey outside. However, rainy season in South America is so feo (ugly) that it’s making me reconsider my love affair with rain.

Ever since I got back to my site, it’s been raining for what seems like nearly 24-hours a day. Every day this week, it has rained probably 16 out of every 24 hours. I saw the sun for approximately 3 hours yesterday. Last night, it rained all through the night and when I got up this morning? It was raining again, and so foggy (neblina) I couldn’t see across the town square.

While it may be rainy in the Pacific Northwest, at least it’s a drizzle most of the time. In Ecuador, the rain does not fool around. We’re talking the type of downpour that leaves you soaking wet in a matter of seconds, despite my “waterproof” shell. Rain so long and hard that you lie in bed at night wondering if it will ever stop because surely the rest of the earth is running out of water?

This weather bums me out. It’s cold and wet, I can’t go running, my apartment is leaking (see photos), and I have a hard time dragging myself out of bed in the mornings. Not to mention the havoc that constant moisture wreaks on fabric – nothing dries completely and many of the clothes that I left when I went to the States smell like mildew. Lovely.

I am scared to go out the communities where we work, because last time I checked, dirt roads don’t stand up too well to a torrential downpour. The part that kills me is that this is planting time for the campesinos. While we are shivering and hiding out in our houses here in town, farmers are outside in the rain, planting their crops! I can’t even imagine…perhaps this is why they say that, “la vida en el campo es dura¨(life in the countryside is difficult). Good thing rainy season only lasts…until April.

My Leaking ApartmentMy Leaking Apartment 2NeblinaFoggy Street





Top 10 reasons I know I’m back in Ecuador

14 02 2008

10) Having to speak Spanish again. Easing into Spanish is not difficult, it’s similar to relying on muscle memory when you haven’t performed a physical activity for a long time. You fumble about and have to have to search in your brain for the $10 words, but you do know them. A lot of it is pretending that you know what you’re doing/talking about. I knew I was good to go when I successfully bargained with a taxi driver.

9) After getting over my fear that the taxi driver is not going to drive me to the outskirts of Guayaquil and kill me, he asks me, “Do you have a boyfriend? Do you want to come to the beach with me?” Ugh!

8 ) People calling me china or chinita. All. The. Time.

7) You can’t flush TP down the toilet.

6) You must boil all water before drinking. That is, unless you enjoy having giardia.

5) Being able to see the clear outline of the ribcage of every dog on the street.

4) Mold on my clothes, my sheets, my dishes, even the counter! Apparently it rained for two weeks while I was gone and I came back to find my apartment had become a greenhouse…for my clothes. Sweet.

3) The customs agent cutting open my packages to see that there’s only candy and magazines inside. Just like I told him. Then asking me for some of said candy. Seriously?

2) The music the garbage truck plays in the mornings.

1) Delicious delicious fresh orange and mango juice.

I had a 10 hour plane ride, including a 4 hour layover in Houston, then a night in Guayaquil, then a 9 hour bus ride to Loja, then a 2.5 hour bus ride back to my site. I am so disoriented right now. Was I really just in Seattle a few days ago? Um, go Obama?