My Spanish(or lack thereof) is going to kill me. Last night we went out for the first time to the Mariscal, which Lonely Planet defines as notorious for "gringo hunting." Anyway I decided to try this drink which loosely translated to "Expect to be on the floor" and contains vodka, rum, gin, and tequila. It was repulsive. And when I tried to ask for change she misunderstood and brought me a second. However, it did give me enough courage to salsa at this one club. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up dancing with a salsa instructor who proceeded to correct me non-stop. I got home around 2:30 and had to wake up today at 7:00 for a city-wide gynkana or "scavenger hunt." It was so much fun and my team won! and I almost know my way around very select parts of the city hahah.
Other things from this week: Tuesday and Thursday afternoon, after class, I had salsa lessons. Surprisingly, I can almost hear the beat/tempo, as long as the teacher is clapping, but once he stops it sort of goes downhill. And by downhill I mean when the song ends I am the only person facing the opposite direction. Tuesday night Liz, Kristen, and I went to Diego's house and watched a movie. Wednesday I already had my first presentation in Spanish!!! It was about child exploitation in Ecuador... I guess it went fine. Hmmm Wednesday we went to a museum and that night I went with my whole family to La Ronda for dinner. I should probably not wait until the end of the week to recap, but that's everything significant I can remember.
Even though I have been using the altitude as an excuse for absolutely EVERYTHING apparently people generally do require more sleep here. I haven't gotten 8 hours of sleep in forever and am exhausted. Now, siesta.
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