<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:20:50.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecuador adventures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-9086241754091794503</id><published>2010-06-21T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T08:33:05.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished Up</title><content type='html'>I'm sure most people who were reading my blog have given up on me posting but I'm going to wrap this up anyway. I've been back in the states awhile now, although I still haven't found any work. So there's really no excuse for my negligence. Here's some thoughts that I wrote up for my church newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do not try to find any rhyme or reason in Latin time. At first I tried to divine  an overarching schedule, for instance that most people arrived an hour late to parties but only 30 minutes late to meetings. However whenever I thought I had things figured out things would switch around on me. And inevitably the few times I arrived late to a meeting, those would be the times when the meeting would start on time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Accept that you will be viewed as odd and make it work for you. At first I was very worried about how people saw me but then I realized they would find me funny regardless of what I did. It’s a rather liberating feeling when you stop caring about being embarrassed. &lt;br /&gt;3.  Along the same lines, there’s no need to worry about speaking perfectly. I      learned Spanish a lot better when I stopped trying to speak perfectly (which generally meant I didn’t speak much at all) and just enjoyed talking to people regardless of the mistakes I made. The people in my town were very understanding about my bad accent and long pauses as I tried to remember the word I needed.&lt;br /&gt;4.Reading is way more important then even I thought it was. There’s no real history of reading in Ecuador and as a result the kids don’t have much of an imagination. I was surprised to have to explain Disney movies to the kids because they were too difficult for the kids to follow. When teaching English my students didn’t have the ability to invent their own sentences or dialogues. It seems to all steam from never being read to growing up&lt;br /&gt;5.  To finish up, the way to peoples’ heart in Ecuador as elsewhere as through baked goods.  One  of my favorite things to do was bake cookies with the kids something I’ll think about whenever I’m baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is my final post. My life is pretty boring now so I won't be keeping a blog anymore. Hope those of you reading this enjoyed hearing my anecdotes on life in Peace Corps Ecuador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-9086241754091794503?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/9086241754091794503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=9086241754091794503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/9086241754091794503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/9086241754091794503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2010/06/finished-up.html' title='Finished Up'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-1289446719294832653</id><published>2010-04-15T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:48:15.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there . . .</title><content type='html'>I'm in Quito finishing up paperwork and bank stuff. I have officially left my site and fly back to the states on Sunday. It still hasn't really sunk in yet. This past week I kept telling myself that this was it, but it hasn't registered. I had two good-bye parties, one on Monday and one last Friday. So I OD'ed on potatoes and guinea pig, and would be perfectly happy not to see either one again for awhile (especially boiled potatoes).  Luckily everyone is used to me not drinking so I didn't have to worry about being force fed beer. I promised everyone I would try to come back some day, but who knows when that will be.  I made a last bach of cookies with the kids at my house yesterday and had a nice quiet dinner with my host family.  Now I'm jumping through all the hoops to officially end my Peace Corps service (this wouldn't be a gov't organization without reems of paperwork. I'll get that stuff done tomorrow and then have Saturday to do whatever. I was thinking about going up to Otavalo where they have the big crafts market (we went there during training for a day) but now I'm feeling lazy and might just wander around Quito for the day (and buy lots of strawberries at the market here). We'll see.  For now I'm just looking forward to getting things done for the day and going to my hostal and crashing (at least this was my last early morning bus ride!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-1289446719294832653?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/1289446719294832653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=1289446719294832653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1289446719294832653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1289446719294832653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2010/04/almost-there.html' title='Almost there . . .'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-1377745343030089722</id><published>2010-03-10T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T09:12:32.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting poked</title><content type='html'>I'm in Quito right now for my final medical checkup, which means getting poked a lot. Luckily they're not making me get a flu shot (I boycott those on principle), but everything else is getting checked up. The nice thing is that they had us come for 3 days but the actually appointments aren't that long, so I have a lot of time to wander around. I'm planning on getting some books for my last month here. I really wish that I'd kept a list of all the books I've read here like some other volunteers have done.  I know it's at least a couple hundred.  In other news we've finally started planting some gardens. Of course now that we've started it's stopped raining, so we'll see how things go. It's been a pretty dry winter overall, nothing like my first one here in Ecuador. I don't think the roads have washed out at all this year. Last week I played manager at one of the hostels here because the owners had to go to Latacunga last minute. It was a nice change of pace and I had fun chatting with the guests there. Most tourists that come through my area have been to so many other cool places so I'm always getting new trip ideas. Who knows when I'll have the time and/or money to go, but at least I have lots of ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-1377745343030089722?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/1377745343030089722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=1377745343030089722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1377745343030089722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1377745343030089722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-poked.html' title='Getting poked'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-698938832683107430</id><published>2010-02-27T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T05:48:10.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/S4kieu4ianI/AAAAAAAAARo/qJn8-_Eq_pI/s1600-h/Imagen+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/S4kieu4ianI/AAAAAAAAARo/qJn8-_Eq_pI/s320/Imagen+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442919536030542450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/S4kieZz-aLI/AAAAAAAAARg/66XLBSD00GM/s1600-h/Imagen+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/S4kieZz-aLI/AAAAAAAAARg/66XLBSD00GM/s320/Imagen+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442919530374260914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/S4kidzAsw3I/AAAAAAAAARY/FEwzUzs9R4E/s1600-h/Imagen+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/S4kidzAsw3I/AAAAAAAAARY/FEwzUzs9R4E/s320/Imagen+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442919519958647666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here´s some pictures from Mateo´s birthday party and some new year`s celebrations. They were playing a game where you popped the balloon and inside there were instructions on a charade you had to do. The little kids were too embarassed to really do anything so they ended up just bursting the balloon.  For new year´s a bunch of people got dressed up and worked their way down the road into town dancing all the way. It was pretty funny to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-698938832683107430?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/698938832683107430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=698938832683107430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/698938832683107430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/698938832683107430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2010/02/pics.html' title='pics'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/S4kieu4ianI/AAAAAAAAARo/qJn8-_Eq_pI/s72-c/Imagen+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-7109710043453965641</id><published>2010-02-09T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:11:48.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>driving</title><content type='html'>I was on the bus the other day and noticed that the speedometer didn´t work. I started wondering why they wouldn´t get that fixed because i remembered a time in a rental car with a broken speedometer and the fact that we had to go back and get a different one since without the speedometer it was really easy to go to fast on the highways. This got me thinking about the fact that i´ve never actually seen a speed limit sign in ecuador or any kind of speed trap. so i guess a speedometer isn´t really neccessary. plus the roads here pretty much enforce a natural speed limit because of all the potholes and the curviness.  just thought i´d share that random observation. i´ve been helping out at one of the hostels here this past week because their dog fell and hurt her back so i´ve been giving her shots and physical therapy.  but other than that there´s not much to report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-7109710043453965641?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/7109710043453965641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=7109710043453965641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7109710043453965641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7109710043453965641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2010/02/driving.html' title='driving'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-48547074918012796</id><published>2010-02-02T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:57:50.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice leaving time</title><content type='html'>Wow, so I don't have to start this blog with sorry i haven't posted in awhile. i figured i'd do one now since i still have free internet here in quito. The seminars have not been particularly exciting and they foiled my plans for reading in the back since they moved all the chairs into a circle (i think they might have noticed me reading in the first session). last night peace corps took us out to a really nice restaurant on a hill overlooking old town quito. it was really fancy, with a fancy sorbet they brought out between courses to cleanse the pallet (all i could think of was the movie princess diaries at that point). i was disapointed i didn't have my camera for the party afterwards complete with a mariachi band (which i don't think is really ecuadorian). i'll have to get some pics from the other volunteers. i think some people are pretty bummed that this is the last time we'll probably see each other (or at least are all together), but honestly i haven't seen most of the volunteers in my training group very regularly so i'm not too worked up over it.  that's not to say i don't like them, but i've gotten used to not really seeing them already. so it'll probably be awhile till i post again, just an fyi, and i hope everyone reading this is doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-48547074918012796?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/48547074918012796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=48547074918012796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/48547074918012796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/48547074918012796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2010/02/nice-leaving-time.html' title='nice leaving time'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-8167192943373269821</id><published>2010-01-31T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T05:43:20.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senoritis</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've been really bad about updating. I think it's the whole senoritis thing, getting lazy in the home stretch. I'll be done in less than 3 months which is kind of crazy to think about. Another reason for my lack of updating is that nothing new is really going on here. It's pretty much the same old, same old. I kind of avoided the new year's party because it was cold and most people were drinking to get drunk, which I didn't particularly want to d0. Plus no one would really notice if I left so I did. They burn the old year in effigy, represented by a life size dummy, which really smells. We're slowly getting around to planting the gardens, the problem being it hasn't quite started raining enough. We'll have a rainy week and everyone will think winter has started, but then it will dry up for 2 weeks. Next month I'm actually visiting some other volunteers further south because their community wants to learn how to make shampoo. So I'll have a nice little road trip and see some friends.&lt;br /&gt; For the past week and a half I've been in the states doing some job interviews. I'm hoping I'll at least get one offer so I'll have something lined up for when I get back.  I've gotten to see some friends and family along with enjoying chipotle's every other day (plus some other tasty treats). The only downside is that it's freezing here and I've gotten soft living at the equator. I fly back to Quito this morning and then we have our close of service conference, which is mostly just book-keeping type stuff like how we wrap up our service and where we want our resettlement allowance sent. This means I'll be sitting in the back reading, which is how I normally deal with boring meetings here.&lt;br /&gt;  I do have some pics from new years but I didn't bring my camera with me so I'll try to get those up within the next couple of weeks. Happy (belated) New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-8167192943373269821?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/8167192943373269821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=8167192943373269821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/8167192943373269821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/8167192943373269821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2010/01/senoritis.html' title='Senoritis'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-8972869491860849728</id><published>2009-12-21T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:21:26.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sy_zUVJIdaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YhfpVjstIh8/s1600-h/pic+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417816407348376994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sy_zUVJIdaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YhfpVjstIh8/s320/pic+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sy_zUI5Q0WI/AAAAAAAAARI/Rap6aAdmtZc/s1600-h/pic+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417816404060590434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sy_zUI5Q0WI/AAAAAAAAARI/Rap6aAdmtZc/s320/pic+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sy_zTkvwR3I/AAAAAAAAARA/iArCwtWVoPM/s1600-h/pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417816394357032818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sy_zTkvwR3I/AAAAAAAAARA/iArCwtWVoPM/s320/pic+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sy_zTf8e37I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/SF0ycnzk7Ss/s1600-h/pic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417816393068240818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sy_zTf8e37I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/SF0ycnzk7Ss/s320/pic+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here´s some pictures from when my brother was here (including one where I´m looking particularly good! ha ha). The wall I´m sitting on is an old incan ruin. Not much to report here, things are pretty slow with the holidays coming up. I´ve just picked up some more seeds so we´ll probably start some more gardens after new years (and after everyone sobers up after new years). I´m in town buying some candy for the kids here as well as getting a lot of things done on the internet. Right now White Christmas en español is playing on the radio.  I find that humorous as no one here has actually had a white chrismas.  A couple of volunteers will be visiting over christmas so i´ll be doing some hiking and hanging out with them. My gardening community is planning a xmas meal too, which means potatoes and guinea pigs so certainly something different. new years is actually a bigger holiday than xmas around here (or at least that´s the impression i´ve gotten). the school dancing troup has been practicing every day for the new year´s eve festivities. anyway sorry this blog is a bit all over the place, but i´ve been running around all day after getting up at 3 so i´ve got a reason for being a bit incoherent. Happy holidays to everyone out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-8972869491860849728?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/8972869491860849728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=8972869491860849728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/8972869491860849728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/8972869491860849728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sy_zUVJIdaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YhfpVjstIh8/s72-c/pic+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-6942866299491476672</id><published>2009-11-26T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T15:12:55.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I know that it's thanksgiving today, but it's kind of hard to get into the spirit when you're not being inundated with propoganda and people talking about it. I'm over at the local hostel for my thanksgiving dinner, and that's about the only special thing I'm doing today. I spent a good chunk of the morning doing laundry because the sun has finally come out after about a week of rain and clouds. Seeing as it's getting close to christmas I was wondering if anyone out there would like to donate a little for the candy bags for the school kids here like last year. If you are willing, email me at &lt;a href="mailto:lugess720@yahoo.com"&gt;lugess720@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; and i'll let you know how you can send some cash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-6942866299491476672?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/6942866299491476672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=6942866299491476672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6942866299491476672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6942866299491476672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-153970478285806450</id><published>2009-11-18T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:01:31.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More travel time</title><content type='html'>I'm just finishing up a nice week and a half with my brother visiting. We're back in Quito after doing a bit of traveling (he leaves tommorrow). The first couple of days we spent in Quito, wandering around old town and (at least for me) enjoying eating something other than potatoes and rice. We actually spent an extra day because I lost my cell phone and had to get it replaced, which was a pain but I figure at least I made it this long without something happening which is better than a lot of volunteers. So the extra day we spent taking the Teliferico (a gondola ride) up to Point Loma which is at 41oo m and gives you a nice view of Quito. There was a bit of nervousness because we saw a lightening strike or two, but the storm never really materialized. It was also cool being able to watch the planes coming in to land from above them. It´s a view you never really get unless you're already in a plane. The next day we did mountain biking in Cotopaxi national park. We drove way up on the mountain to about 15,000 ft. and then enjoyed gliding down. There was some peddling involved but not too much. We had lunch at some inca ruins that overlooked a valley right out of lord of the rings.  It was a really nice trip overall. The past couple of days we were staying at my place doing a little bit of hiking, but not a whole lot because my brother caught a stomach bug and was laid up for a few days.  So that's been my last week or two. It's been nice doing some touristy things again. I don't have any plans for thanksgiving this year because any get togethers volunteers have planned have been a bit too far away for me. So I'll probably just be hanging out at my place and maybe have thanksgiving dinner at one of the local hostels. I'll try to get pics up soon of our traveling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-153970478285806450?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/153970478285806450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=153970478285806450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/153970478285806450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/153970478285806450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-travel-time.html' title='More travel time'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-1835055904966292275</id><published>2009-11-10T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:20:20.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes - Long Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Svm1MakVjSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kQCOs1jWbAU/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402548452902407458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Svm1MakVjSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kQCOs1jWbAU/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Svm0Om1GZaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/SkUyOOMGMmE/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402547391042053538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Svm0Om1GZaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/SkUyOOMGMmE/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Svm0OXImUuI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2JmBjzldi_Y/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402547386828870370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Svm0OXImUuI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2JmBjzldi_Y/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Svm0N71itVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Az5yd8NB9eU/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402547379501184338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Svm0N71itVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Az5yd8NB9eU/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Svm0NsDA04I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fqChU5rUjVE/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402547375262716802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Svm0NsDA04I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fqChU5rUjVE/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Svm0NbUdtxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wrLmqZTXfx4/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402547370772510482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Svm0NbUdtxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wrLmqZTXfx4/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I did not realize it had been this long since I updated my blog! I'm hoping to make up for it with some new pictures. They're from a party in town, where there was a parade, a group of dancers from the jungle, and a small exposition where communities displayed locally made products (the sign was for my community, which I made). Also some animal pics of the new puppies at my house and a baby llama at the nearby hostel. One of the reasons for the lack of updating is that not much new is going on here. I'm still doing the shampoo making, and working a bit at the local preschool. It still isn't raining much so no gardens yet. In fact the lack of rain means that we have no electricity in the evenings. I guess some of our power comes from hydroelectric plants so no rain = no power. There are rolling blackouts in several provinces in the mountains (I get the news from my host family who are generally up on things). At night now, it's pretty much dead in town. Usually there are people hanging out in the main square, playing volleyball and shooting the breeze but now that there aren't any lights people just head home at 6 pm. Even the dogs are barking less in the evenings, perhaps because they can't see people walking on the road so well (or there isn't anyone on the roads).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other reason for my lack of blogging is that I've been working on some applications for next year, so that's been taking all my time on the computers. By the time I've done that I haven't really been motivated to write anything else. But I've pretty much finished up that, so now I can catch up on emails and blogs. Plus I'm in Quito at the office right now so free internet. Well I think there's some sushi out there with my name on it so that's all for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-1835055904966292275?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/1835055904966292275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=1835055904966292275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1835055904966292275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1835055904966292275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/11/yikes-long-time.html' title='Yikes - Long Time!'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Svm1MakVjSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kQCOs1jWbAU/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-7785470820510097447</id><published>2009-10-07T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:27:41.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time!</title><content type='html'>Since my last blog, there have been 2 major weekends of parties. The first was a new event, a sort of cultural art festival with various dancing groups and also booths for each of the communities participating where they displayed locally made products. These ranged from guinea pigs to sweaters. My host dad even brought one of his stoves to show. It was fun watching all the dancing. There were even groups from the jungle who were rather scantily clad in the cold weather. I guess they were suffering for their art. The day of cultural exchange was naturally capped off with a large dance party and lots of drinking till the wee hours.&lt;br /&gt; This past weekend with the festival to honor the patron saint of the town, Saint Michael. During the day there were various soccer games and a parade. On both Saturday and Sunday night there were large parties. People here really know how to party. I was very pathetic and only made it till 10 pm at the parties before I wanted to be back in my bed. I´m just not much of a partier and people here are pretty used to me ducking out. They do make fun of me for it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-7785470820510097447?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/7785470820510097447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=7785470820510097447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7785470820510097447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7785470820510097447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/10/party-time.html' title='Party Time!'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-5145077962274767692</id><published>2009-09-09T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:10:08.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest of the trip and pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SqfS78bqbhI/AAAAAAAAAQA/anl4Sy4nLeU/s1600-h/IMG_0789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379500207193615890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SqfS78bqbhI/AAAAAAAAAQA/anl4Sy4nLeU/s320/IMG_0789.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SqfSvBNjtYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bVdnG2fwDvU/s1600-h/IMG_0773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379499985138333058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SqfSvBNjtYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bVdnG2fwDvU/s320/IMG_0773.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SqfSLVMuNgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4LbQSDrTYP0/s1600-h/IMG_0757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379499372028245506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SqfSLVMuNgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4LbQSDrTYP0/s320/IMG_0757.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SqfRy-rBO5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/TfIUTRBROFA/s1600-h/IMG_0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379498953664445330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SqfRy-rBO5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/TfIUTRBROFA/s320/IMG_0663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SqfQyyb6zcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3xUqTsnrFbg/s1600-h/IMG_0590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379497850868256194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SqfQyyb6zcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3xUqTsnrFbg/s320/IMG_0590.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yikes, it´s been over a month since I posted. I meant to write when I was in Quito at the end of the trip, but didn´t have time. Since then I´ve been at my site and there isn´t really reliable internet now that the phone lines aren´t working well. The last two weeks with my parents went well, we spent a week at my site and a week at a jungle lodge in the amazon basin. Getting to my site was interesting because I forgot that Thursdays the bus I usually take doesn`t leave from Latacunga but from this other town 15 minutes away where there is a big market. So we got on the other bus that goes to my town, but unfortunately there was a big group of exchange students on the bus and there weren´t any seats. As a result we stood for the first two hours of the ride. But we all survived so it´s all good. We then spent a week doing my favorite hikes around town as well as attending the social highlight of the week, the soccer games on sunday. After that it was off to the jungle lodge, which was in a beautiful location right on one of the largest rivers that feed into the amazon. One of the pictures is of the grubs that are a local delicacy there. They are quite tasty roasted, although the locals also eat them raw which is a bit much for me. We saw a lot of birds, as well as the smallest monkey in the world (the actual name of it is escaping me at the moment). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My favorite part of the trip was floating down the river. One of the lodge boats would take us upstream a bit and then we would hop out and float back down in our lifejackets (well technically we were supposed to wear them but seeing as they hampered our swimming ability they were quickly shed). I don´t think there´s anything better after spending a morning hiking and getting all sticky then going swimming afterwards. To get back to Quito we took a two hour canoe ride in the pouring rain (at least it was warm) and then a 30 min flight which is the shortest flight i´ve ever been on. the funny thing was they actually served us snacks and drinks on the flight, whereas in the US you don´t get food even on a cross country flight. Plus there were seats for about 120 people but there were only 20 people on the flight. So a very strange flight all the way around! We had one more day in Quito where i got my fill of sushi and ice cream and then it was back to my site. It was very nice finally having visitors (I admit I was a bit jealous of the other volunteers who´d been traveling around with their friends and family). Thanks to my parents for the pics, and i´ll try not to take so long to update next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-5145077962274767692?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/5145077962274767692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=5145077962274767692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5145077962274767692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5145077962274767692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/09/rest-of-trip-and-pics.html' title='Rest of the trip and pics'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SqfS78bqbhI/AAAAAAAAAQA/anl4Sy4nLeU/s72-c/IMG_0789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-6776083558176817951</id><published>2009-08-05T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:02:48.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing the Tourist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SnnlXdhPy_I/AAAAAAAAAPY/2oUJZlUgeJ0/s1600-h/Imagen+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SnnlXdhPy_I/AAAAAAAAAPY/2oUJZlUgeJ0/s320/Imagen+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366572622212484082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Snnky-nGaKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Poq3jPD28s8/s1600-h/Imagen+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Snnky-nGaKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Poq3jPD28s8/s320/Imagen+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366571995440244898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Snnkgw2-5PI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CMSm4OjC60o/s1600-h/Imagen+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Snnkgw2-5PI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CMSm4OjC60o/s320/Imagen+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366571682511119602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Snnj1qLZySI/AAAAAAAAAPA/bHxDk7gEEZY/s1600-h/Imagen+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Snnj1qLZySI/AAAAAAAAAPA/bHxDk7gEEZY/s320/Imagen+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366570941983344930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SnnjIJthLWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Hqy55lED6rs/s1600-h/Imagen+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SnnjIJthLWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Hqy55lED6rs/s320/Imagen+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366570160173952354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SnniYpyIE6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/7zaVbEvIcYs/s1600-h/Imagen+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SnniYpyIE6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/7zaVbEvIcYs/s320/Imagen+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366569344149492642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SnnhUUazm9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/0ZYby-9E3DA/s1600-h/Imagen+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SnnhUUazm9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/0ZYby-9E3DA/s320/Imagen+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366568170183433170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Snng109TR2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/8YblcqiZp6k/s1600-h/Imagen+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Snng109TR2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/8YblcqiZp6k/s320/Imagen+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366567646342104930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in Ecuador having fun traveling around with my parents.  We spent last week on the beach in Puerto Lopez, near Isla de La Plata (the silver island). The island is known for its blue footed boobies as well as being a playground for the humback whales. The island is about 25 k from the beach and it was a very bumpy ride in a pretty small boat. There was a little Ecuadorian girl sitting across from me who laughed the whole time (while not exclaiming "yee haw!").  One whale came very close to the boat and you could even see it swimming under the water. There was also a mom and her baby, and the baby kept breeching and playing around.  On the island we did a three mile hike through hunderds of booby birds at various states of maturation. The ones that were molting looked a little sad. There was also a sea lion playing in the surf as well as several other types of birds. The snorkeling around the island wasn't real interesting but it was nice taking a dip after the hike. While in town we saw a soccer game being played on the beach and enjoyed going to the market and eating very ripe bananas and pineapple.  The president of Ecuador, Rafeal Correa, also might have been there while we were there. I say might because we didn't acutally see him. There was a big motorcade that went through town, and later there were a bounch of security people around a restaurant. We tried to peek in but I didn't see anyone that looked like him although the locals all said he was there. who knows? I don't know if I'll make another trip to the beach while in Ecuador, the bus ride was a bit too long for my taste.&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of days we've been in Quito, wandering around old town and the various churches. The bicentenial of Quito is happening right now, commemerating August 10th, 1809 when a group of Ecuadorians took control of Quito from the Spaniards. Although this takeover only lasted 25 days, I guess it was considered important enough to consider it the founding date of Quito. In one of the plazas there was a military band playing and several speakers talking about the event as well as the battles when Ecuador actually gained independence. Tomorrow we head to my town and then we go to the jungle. More pics to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-6776083558176817951?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/6776083558176817951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=6776083558176817951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6776083558176817951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6776083558176817951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/08/playing-tourist.html' title='Playing the Tourist'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SnnlXdhPy_I/AAAAAAAAAPY/2oUJZlUgeJ0/s72-c/Imagen+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-543688773026841636</id><published>2009-07-21T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:19:14.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SmYiqVTy05I/AAAAAAAAAOY/-5jMpjenyUQ/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361010517101171602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SmYiqVTy05I/AAAAAAAAAOY/-5jMpjenyUQ/s320/Picture+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SmYikEkApKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ZoUBGJ9Us2E/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361010409526568098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SmYikEkApKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ZoUBGJ9Us2E/s320/Picture+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SmYie7Nk3-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/4Vhhzf2nmLo/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361010321117208546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SmYie7Nk3-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/4Vhhzf2nmLo/s320/Picture+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SmYiaPg3pwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VyY4sQr4Ils/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361010240667494146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SmYiaPg3pwI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VyY4sQr4Ils/s320/Picture+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SmYiVT3MhnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/J8ZczFn90fg/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361010155935532658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SmYiVT3MhnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/J8ZczFn90fg/s320/Picture+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry about the long delay between blogs - I've been traveling in the states and before that was helping get a summer english class going. The pictures are from the primary school graduation ceremony, both the first grade and seventh grade got diplomas. I'm not sure why the first grade had a graduation, perhaps because they survived one year of school? My little host brother was quite excited about getting a diploma. My host sister is headed off to high school this coming year. She has to take an exam to see if she can go to the high school in the larger town near by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the german volunteers is teaching some summer english classes and i was helping her get them organized. we had one class for those that need to prepare for the high school entrance exam, and then divided up the rest of the kids based on their skill level. The week and a half I was helping out a fair amount of kids showed up which is pretty impressive since they're on vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now i'm back in the states, enjoying my cheerios and going swimming regularly. i also went to a cubs-nationals game in DC while visiting a friend and checked out some of the museums there. well that's all for now, hope everyone is having a good summer =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-543688773026841636?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/543688773026841636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=543688773026841636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/543688773026841636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/543688773026841636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/07/graduation-time.html' title='Graduation Time'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SmYiqVTy05I/AAAAAAAAAOY/-5jMpjenyUQ/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-2705832341550362144</id><published>2009-06-29T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T06:48:15.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soap making and dancing preschoolers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SkjFSNANXDI/AAAAAAAAANw/Z_KHcS1gWRY/s1600-h/Imagen+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SkjFSNANXDI/AAAAAAAAANw/Z_KHcS1gWRY/s320/Imagen+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352745073648688178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SkjFEF9etAI/AAAAAAAAANo/jUmf1rdxpTE/s1600-h/Imagen+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SkjFEF9etAI/AAAAAAAAANo/jUmf1rdxpTE/s320/Imagen+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352744831240025090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SkjEkQGhG6I/AAAAAAAAANg/wAZzjjhYoHo/s1600-h/Imagen+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SkjEkQGhG6I/AAAAAAAAANg/wAZzjjhYoHo/s320/Imagen+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352744284206472098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SkjETMcvCYI/AAAAAAAAANY/wldSIyKn7aE/s1600-h/Imagen+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SkjETMcvCYI/AAAAAAAAANY/wldSIyKn7aE/s320/Imagen+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352743991168141698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we had a soap making workshop with the local women's group.  It was lead by 2 teachers and students from the Seattle area that were here as a part of a service trip.  The chem teacher spent a little too much time going into the chemistry of the process which was a bit much for the women but other than that it went well. I think it might become a regular business for them if the local hostels are interested.  My only concern is working with the lye since that's pretty nasty stuff (the lye recommended in my peace corps soap making recipe is drain cleaner you get at the local hardware store). But as long as we find a safe place to make the soap and use the proper precuations I think we'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Friday I went to a dance competition for the local preschools in my unofficial role as community photographer.  The kids were so adorable although to call it a dance competition might have been stretching it. The teachers were more or less herding the kids through the steps. But it was still cute. I got roped into being a judge, mostly on the fact that I am a gringa. I was very generous in my grading (figuring that these were little kids and there was no need to give a realistic score) but the other judge was really harsh in his grades. I guess they don't mess around here!&lt;br /&gt; For those of you wondering, my host dad did win the election the other week. He starts as town board president in August.  And yesterday I saw the most incredible rainbow ever. I tried to get a photo but it didn't do it justice. I think it was the first time I've ever since the full half circle of the rainbow. It's the right time of year for them since it's sunny but can get a little drizzly in the afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-2705832341550362144?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/2705832341550362144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=2705832341550362144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/2705832341550362144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/2705832341550362144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/06/soap-making-and-dancing-preschoolers.html' title='soap making and dancing preschoolers'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SkjFSNANXDI/AAAAAAAAANw/Z_KHcS1gWRY/s72-c/Imagen+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-4135693385536766365</id><published>2009-06-16T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:10:40.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>local elections</title><content type='html'>This Sunday we had what is basically the equivalent of town concil elections. I'm still not sure who won because it was a close race and they were still counting up the votes yesterday. Right now I'm in Latacunga so I'm not sure if they figured out who won today or not. My host dad was running for president, and it seemed like he had a fair amount of support. The voting system was changed when they changed the constitution and it's a little confusing. For instance you can either vote for a party, or you can vote for individuals.  I think there are 5 slots on the council, so if you voted for a party you picked all their members for the 5 spots. Or you can pick and chose your favorite people from different parties. However if you do that your vote for those people doesn't count for as much.  It's all very confusing. &lt;br /&gt;  Not much else new to report. This week is my last english class for the school year. I just finished writing a fiendishly difficult test for them (just kidding about the difficult part).  I think during this last month I was finally getting the hang of this teaching thing and figuring out what worked and what didn't with the kids. So I'll be better prepared next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-4135693385536766365?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/4135693385536766365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=4135693385536766365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4135693385536766365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4135693385536766365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/06/local-elections.html' title='local elections'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-1048950262363101729</id><published>2009-06-03T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:22:10.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SiaVDI1K5rI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tRKSksSKinE/s1600-h/Imagen+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343121889064314546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SiaVDI1K5rI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tRKSksSKinE/s320/Imagen+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SiaUrl_XSmI/AAAAAAAAANI/enVc_x8_YM0/s1600-h/Imagen+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343121484574837346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SiaUrl_XSmI/AAAAAAAAANI/enVc_x8_YM0/s320/Imagen+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SiaTEKRlDrI/AAAAAAAAANA/7JoQYwWSeZg/s1600-h/Imagen+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343119707608518322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SiaTEKRlDrI/AAAAAAAAANA/7JoQYwWSeZg/s320/Imagen+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SiaRycOCRKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DR5wd2rNpKU/s1600-h/Imagen+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343118303676220578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SiaRycOCRKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DR5wd2rNpKU/s320/Imagen+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SiaRYy7M9zI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NlQPiUhMbdg/s1600-h/Imagen+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343117863094646578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SiaRYy7M9zI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NlQPiUhMbdg/s320/Imagen+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, the internet hasn't been cooperating as I've tried 2 times to post some pics and it hasn't work. Hopefully third time is the charm. These are pictures from the mother's day festivities as well as some I took while out walking. Nothing much new to report. I'm on my way back from Quito after out midterm conference. It was nice seeing everyone and commiserating about our shared difficulties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-1048950262363101729?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/1048950262363101729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=1048950262363101729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1048950262363101729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1048950262363101729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-pics.html' title='new pics'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SiaVDI1K5rI/AAAAAAAAANQ/tRKSksSKinE/s72-c/Imagen+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-6507882968578664472</id><published>2009-05-23T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:35:32.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mother's day festivities</title><content type='html'>Mother's day is a big deal in the schools here.  It's an all day program, complete with dancing, class presentations and games.  I went to two of the mother's day programs, one down where I do the shampoo making and one here in town.  One of the games involved pushing one of the moms in a wheelbarrow while she tried to thread a pen through a keychain that was hanging on a rope across the courtyard.  The first couple of tries they didn't do so well but then they got the hang of it and started winning more.  Each of the grades recited a poem or sang a song for their moms and then presented their (very cute) homemade cards.  There was also a soccer game with the moms which is the only time I've seen women here playing soccer.  After all the organized stuff there was a dance which went on till the wee hours.  I have some pics but forgot to bring my camera so hopefully I'll get them posted next time I'm in town. This was an impromptu trip due to the fact that my bosses were visiting me to do the one year check up so I hitched a ride back to Latacunga with them (anything to avoid the early morning bus ride).  We have a new coutry director so it was nice meeting her, as well as meeting the new ag program manager.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-6507882968578664472?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/6507882968578664472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=6507882968578664472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6507882968578664472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6507882968578664472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-festivities.html' title='mother&apos;s day festivities'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-7796767020574722002</id><published>2009-05-09T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:49:17.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>less frequent postings</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted as regularly the past couple of months because the phone lines in town have been on the fritz, and therefore the dial up internet.  So I've only been able to post when I've been in Latacunga, which I am at the moment getting some shopping done. Things have been pretty slow because some of the members of the community group have gotten jobs working a ways away and so we haven't been able to have many meetings lately.  I've helped plant a few more gardens, but it's heading into the dry season so we probably won't do much more with that for a bit.  The shampoo group has branched out into making celery shampoo which is supposed to be good for dandruff (the results are still out on that).  My english classes are going alright, the other week we used the song "Fridays I'm in Love" to practice the days of the week.  The kids enjoyed the change of pace although I don't know how effective the song was in teaching anything. &lt;br /&gt;  Mateo (the youngest kid in the house) has developed a fascination for maps and wants me to repeat the names of the countries over and over.  I have a world map in my room that luckily has the names of the countries in Spanish becuase I don't know those very well.  He is especially interested in Australia and the fact that there is only one country on the whole island.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-7796767020574722002?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/7796767020574722002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=7796767020574722002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7796767020574722002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7796767020574722002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/05/less-frequent-postings.html' title='less frequent postings'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-8285193573775030348</id><published>2009-04-21T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:22:40.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy week and elections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Se3VVNVQlqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6m2te-E0vZ4/s1600-h/Imagen+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327148494581962402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Se3VVNVQlqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6m2te-E0vZ4/s320/Imagen+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Se3Uc15YZbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6ZF3zJu5KKM/s1600-h/Imagen+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327147526218343858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Se3Uc15YZbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6ZF3zJu5KKM/s320/Imagen+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Se3UM_W28OI/AAAAAAAAAME/J-Ip3NrIDqI/s1600-h/Imagen+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327147253879992546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Se3UM_W28OI/AAAAAAAAAME/J-Ip3NrIDqI/s320/Imagen+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Se3T3UZuYnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vL7_wG-btzE/s1600-h/Imagen+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327146881572037234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Se3T3UZuYnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vL7_wG-btzE/s320/Imagen+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Se3TYSmEAjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/MSF7dS-o880/s1600-h/Imagen+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327146348510970418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Se3TYSmEAjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/MSF7dS-o880/s320/Imagen+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Se3TKGhg33I/AAAAAAAAALs/weDsDowDpX8/s1600-h/Imagen+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327146104752496498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Se3TKGhg33I/AAAAAAAAALs/weDsDowDpX8/s320/Imagen+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Se3Sx7yiyII/AAAAAAAAALk/xIAdllw_4ao/s1600-h/Imagen+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327145689554274434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Se3Sx7yiyII/AAAAAAAAALk/xIAdllw_4ao/s320/Imagen+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I´ve finally added some new pictures. The reason for the delay was that I had loaned my memory card to the daughter of one of the community members. She had to make some recordings of herself teaching a literacy class and then make a CD of that. It ended up taking longer than I thought, which means I didn´t get any pictures of holy week. Oh well! The pictures are from a political rally this past weekend, as well as my decorated house. The others are from a Saturday morning when I was letting the kids take pictures around the yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway back to Semana Santa (holy week) which was more like holy 3 days. On Maunday Thursday there was a mass which followed the normal schedule except that there were 10 guys up front who all had one of their feet washed by the priest. On Good Friday was the Via Cruces, a reenactment in 10 scenes of Jesus' week from Palm Sunday to the crucifixion. The scenes took place at various points around the village square. The only problem was the lack of microphones which made it hard to hear especially since some of the actors were a bit shy and quiet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Plus it was pretty cold and rainy, which I guess was good since it put you in a sadder frame of mind for the proceedings. I felt bad for the Jesus actor and the other 2 guys on the crosses since they were basically striped down to their boxers which had to have been pretty cold (I was cold wearing my winter jacket). The easter service was Saturday evening as opposed to Sunday, and about 10 kids were baptized that day too (I think people wait for a special holiday to baptize so there was a wide age range in the kids).  So that was holy week in my town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The political rally was not real different from ones at home, except for the fact that between speakers a song would be played and all the canidates on stage would start dancing.  I think this is a tradition that should be started in the states, it would make the debates more fun.  Anyway the canidates all got up and talked about how they were going to improve the roads and the schools and give lots of money to the local women's groups for training.  What was more interesting were the hecklers in the crowd who would yell out things like "you´ve been saying you´ll build that road for 20 years and it hasn't happened yet!", and other things along those lines.  I guess politics is the same everywhere, they promise all kinds of things and then when they get into office they just try to make as much money as possible for themselves.  We'll see what happens after these elections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-8285193573775030348?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/8285193573775030348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=8285193573775030348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/8285193573775030348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/8285193573775030348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-week-and-elections.html' title='Holy week and elections'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Se3VVNVQlqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6m2te-E0vZ4/s72-c/Imagen+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-504997267628408206</id><published>2009-03-30T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:03:40.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Election time</title><content type='html'>So we're heading into the local election season here in Ecuador.  There's still a month left, but things are getting pretty busy.  There's been a couple visits from candidates here in town and everywhere there are posters and signs.  It seems like whichever party you support will come to your house and put up signs and even paint the side of your house.  I meant to get a photo of the side of my house all decorated but didn't get around to it before coming into town.  Luckily the party my host family supports is the Pachakutik (I think I spelled that right) party which means "rainbow" in Kichwa.  So the side of my house has a very pretty rainbow painted on.  It's the party supported by a lot of the indigenous people here.  One thing I noticed is that pretty much every house has a sign supporting one candidate or another which begs the question, who are they trying to convince to vote for their party? I mean if everyone in town is already supporting a party then who is left to try to convince?  I don't know if I mentioned this fact before in my blog, but when you vote you have to go to wherever you got your cedula (gov't issued ID).  This means that a lot of people have to travel since most people get their cedula where they were born and then never change the address (I don't know if it's hard to get it changed or why they don't bother).  A lot of people from my town have moved to the coast or various cities, so they all have to come back to vote.  Plus voting is required or else you can't get a loan or any sort of gov't help (social services etc.).  You can get around it if you pay $50 but most people don't have that kind of cash laying around.  Well I hope you enjoyed my voting in ecuador 101 essay. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-504997267628408206?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/504997267628408206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=504997267628408206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/504997267628408206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/504997267628408206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/03/election-time.html' title='Election time'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-2753153645535506646</id><published>2009-03-18T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:30:59.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slow weeks</title><content type='html'>So not much new going on here.  I finally finished reading all the Harry Potter books in spanish, it only took me a year =) This isn't really much of an accomplishment, since I already knew the story so if there were parts I couldn't understand I just skimmed over them.  When I started out reading I was good and looked up all the words I didn't know but then I started getting lazy.&lt;br /&gt;  It's dried up a bit here which is nice.  My clothes are all nice and dry, always a plus.  The roads are a lot more manageable too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-2753153645535506646?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/2753153645535506646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=2753153645535506646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/2753153645535506646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/2753153645535506646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/03/slow-weeks.html' title='slow weeks'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-5530409819548772930</id><published>2009-03-03T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:20:30.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag day and more bus woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sa1kRuZ2QWI/AAAAAAAAALc/JQSpdKyvR3Q/s1600-h/lacatunga+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309009791416680802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sa1kRuZ2QWI/AAAAAAAAALc/JQSpdKyvR3Q/s320/lacatunga+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sa1js2J0uBI/AAAAAAAAALU/1twWMHoWDeo/s1600-h/lacatunga+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309009157841795090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sa1js2J0uBI/AAAAAAAAALU/1twWMHoWDeo/s320/lacatunga+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sa1jR9BqkEI/AAAAAAAAALM/e-ixladd7WY/s1600-h/lacatunga+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309008695830155330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sa1jR9BqkEI/AAAAAAAAALM/e-ixladd7WY/s320/lacatunga+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sa1i6nuMfQI/AAAAAAAAALE/hGpsimR-jQA/s1600-h/lacatunga+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309008294974356738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sa1i6nuMfQI/AAAAAAAAALE/hGpsimR-jQA/s320/lacatunga+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sa1ioQ9S-mI/AAAAAAAAAK8/t3tdq-23lfs/s1600-h/lacatunga+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309007979626035810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sa1ioQ9S-mI/AAAAAAAAAK8/t3tdq-23lfs/s320/lacatunga+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sa1iO5dseVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Nhz1wJLIbps/s1600-h/lacatunga+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309007543822743890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sa1iO5dseVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Nhz1wJLIbps/s320/lacatunga+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's definitely the season for bus adventures. When I was coming back from town the last time there was a pretty bad mudslide. My bus was one of the first to arrive after it happened but as you can tell from the pictures it got pretty backed up with cars and people. A tractor came to try and help, but it didn't have any shoveling attatchments. All it did was drive back and forth over the slide to try and smooth it over a bit. No one had any tools in their cars either so not much could be done. One of the buses decided to gun it and try to make it over, but that failed spectacularly. So now instead of there just being a mudslide, there was now a mudslide with a bus stuck in it. They tried tying the stuck bus to another bus to pull it out. I don't know how long it took to get the bus unstuck because at this point there was a bus on the other side of the slide that was turning around and heading towards my town. A couple of other people and I traversed the slide and hopped on that bus. Unfortunately that only got us halfway home because that bus was only going to the next town. Luckily there was a group of french tourists going my way so we rented a truck and I got home only 3 hours after I was supposed to.  The bus I was originally on arrived maybe two hours after I did.  So I didn't save that much time but how was I to know? Sometimes the slides don't get cleared for a day or two.  The kids that go to high school in the larger town an hour away have had two "mudslide" days off from school when the road was blocked.  It's interesting the difference in travel problems between here and the states.  At home you just have to worry about stop and go traffic, but rarely is the road totally impassable (and even if it is there are usually detours).  Here I've never been in a bad traffic jam, but when the road is blocked there isn't anything you can do or any other route around it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  The other pics are from the swearing to the flag day at the primary school.  Feb 27th is the anniversary of the Battle of Tarqui when Ecuador won its independence from Gran Colombia.  On this day the oldest grade all have to come forward one by one and take an oath and kiss the flag.  The other grades go forward as a class and say something akin to our pledge of allegiance.  It's all very regimented and militarisitc.  The youngest kids got to sit down on the steps but all the other kids had to stand at attention for about 2 1/2 hours through all the speeches.  I don't know how they did it cause at that age I would have had troubles.  I had brought a magazine with me which the little kids enjoyed.  Only 5 years old and already reading New Scientist! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-5530409819548772930?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/5530409819548772930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=5530409819548772930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5530409819548772930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5530409819548772930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/03/flag-day-and-more-bus-woes.html' title='Flag day and more bus woes'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/Sa1kRuZ2QWI/AAAAAAAAALc/JQSpdKyvR3Q/s72-c/lacatunga+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-6266019757756013261</id><published>2009-02-17T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:10:08.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival</title><content type='html'>So we're getting into carnival time here in Ecuador.  This weekend is when there will be the most partying, but all of Feb has been a party for the kids.  How do they celebrate you may ask, well it involves chucking water balloons and shooting squirt guns at eachother (and any innocent bystander in the vicinity).  This would be fun if it were warm and sunny out, but since most days are cold and gray I don't find this tradition particularly appealing.  As if it weren't hard enough to get your clothes dry after washing (and getting caught in the rain) now you have to deal with wet clothes due to water balloons.  Oh well, one more week and I won't have to worry about it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-6266019757756013261?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/6266019757756013261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=6266019757756013261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6266019757756013261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6266019757756013261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnival.html' title='Carnival'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-8521319545210508443</id><published>2009-02-10T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:48:50.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year in Ecuador!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe I've been here for a year since training doesn't feel like it was that long ago.  The other day I was thinking about how I've gotten used to the constant barking of dogs outside my house.  There were a few times when I first got here that I would get up and go outside to see if I could shush them, but now I can pretty much roll over and go to sleep with no problem (I don't even need ear plugs!).&lt;br /&gt;  Not much new to report since my last post.  I'm now teaching english at the high school instead of primary school.  There are two german volunteers that have come specifically to teach english and have taken over with the little kids. I wonder if the kids will speak with a german accent now. It's easier teaching the older kids as I can have them do group work which I wasn't able to do with the younger kids.&lt;br /&gt; The internet at the one hostel still isn't working so my posts and emails will be fewer, just fyi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-8521319545210508443?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/8521319545210508443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=8521319545210508443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/8521319545210508443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/8521319545210508443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-year-in-ecuador.html' title='One year in Ecuador!'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-1320277403213533491</id><published>2009-01-27T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:25:44.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mining Protests</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a little while since I posted due to the fact that the computer at the hostel isn't working and last week there were protests all over the country so we weren't allowed to travel.  The protests were against a recently passed mining law that would create more mines and exploration.  According to some people I`ve talked to, the bill was passed because gas prices have fallen and the government needs revenue from somewhere else.  I don't know how accurate that assesment is but it sounds resonable.  Some people from my community went to the protests and said that they were mostly peaceful but further south there was a tussle between the police and protesters. &lt;br /&gt;  In other news I had another bus adventure yesterday morning.  The trip started out inasupicously due to the fact that they had to change a flat tire so we were an hour late getting going.  So I was sitting on the bus paranoid that another tire would go out (I´ve had a fair amount of tire problems in the past so now I have a bit of a paranoia about it).  We managed to go a bit without anything happening but then we ran into a huge puddle of mud.  So everyone got of the bus while we watched them try to get the bus through and when that didn`t work they started scraping sand from the side of the hill the road runs along.  They put some sand down and then tried to get the bus through again which was unsuccessful again.  So the process was repeated several times until there was a favorable outcome.  Oh and of course this all happened at the highest, coldest point of the trip (4000 meters) so we were all a bit chilled by the time we got back on the bus.  At this point I`m thinking we might get through the rest of the trip without incident (silly me).  The bus starts going again, except that there is a thumping noise.  Turns out a rock is wedged between two of the back tires.  This requires 45 minutes of prying, pounding and letting some air out of the tires before it is finally dislodged.  Luckily after this the trip is uneventful. &lt;br /&gt; So I`m in town now picking up some shampoo making supplies and running some other errands.  All the shampoo that we made has been sold which is pretty exciting.  I think for the next batch we're going to use papaya, yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-1320277403213533491?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/1320277403213533491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=1320277403213533491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1320277403213533491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1320277403213533491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/01/mining-protests.html' title='Mining Protests'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-5109560253026466612</id><published>2009-01-13T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:59:52.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a quick post . . .</title><content type='html'>to say that i'm back in my site.  The rainy season has officially started with a vengence so it's been pretty gloomy around here.  I did get quite a enthusiastic welcome from the younger kids in the family.  I brought back some of the sacigewia (I'm not sure how to spell that) dollars because they use those here.  however the ones that i have are brand new which was a cause for some excitement as well as some suspicion.  one the ladies at the vegetable market wasn't sure at first if it was real money since it was so shiny.  i gave a few to the kids in my host family as belated xmas presents as well as some kids books in spanish.  we also made some real chocolate chip cookies as i brought back a huge back of choco chips.  the only problem was that most of the bag got squashed so they've all congealed into a huge brick of chocolate.  oh well at least they still taste good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-5109560253026466612?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/5109560253026466612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=5109560253026466612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5109560253026466612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5109560253026466612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-quick-post.html' title='just a quick post . . .'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-4213327017830066230</id><published>2009-01-08T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:05:58.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Ecuador</title><content type='html'>I just got back to Ecuador last night, after my uneventful flights.  I think this is the first time I've had 5 flights in a row leave on time, so maybe I'm no longer the Jonah of every airplane I fly on.  I'm in Quito right now doing my midterm medical check up, ugh!  Then tommorrow I should be back in my site.  The weather in Quito stinks but at least it's warmer than Chicago.  I met some displaced Bolivian volunteers at the hostel who are now finishing their service in Ecuador.  When all that stuff was happening with the American ambassadors being kicked out of Venezuala and Bolivia, the peace corps people also had to leave.  So some of them opted to finish their service here in Ecuador.  I'm looking forward to getting back to my site and baking some real chocolate chip cookies, as I brought like a 5 lbs bag of choco chips back with me.  No more mashing up the unsweetened chocolate for cookies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-4213327017830066230?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/4213327017830066230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=4213327017830066230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4213327017830066230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4213327017830066230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-in-ecuador.html' title='Back in Ecuador'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-7476610665500189695</id><published>2008-12-31T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:46:46.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year and photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvw8osTQ3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DPplA9iwtpY/s1600-h/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvw8osTQ3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DPplA9iwtpY/s320/IMG_0445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286083512155456370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone reading this has had a good holiday season so far. I'm putting a bunch of pictures up as I finally have access to the connector cord for my camera. I'm back in Deerfield right now, after having a nice time visiting family in Florida and Indiana. One more week of freezing my butt off before heading back to the equator =)  The picture above is from hiking in Cajas National Park near Cuenca over thanksgiving.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvwcI_An0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/f4cylifQwA0/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvwcI_An0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/f4cylifQwA0/s320/IMG_0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286082953888177986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvwzvl_WTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gb4kzJsm_fw/s1600-h/IMG_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvwzvl_WTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gb4kzJsm_fw/s320/IMG_0459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286083359389210930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making shampoo out of nettles and going on a horseback ride (or mule ride as the case may be) to a market across the canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvwWydwIsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5O8wePTBQKE/s1600-h/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvwWydwIsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5O8wePTBQKE/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286082861943759554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Packing candy bags for all the kids . . . very monotonous as you went round and round putting crackers and chocolates in all the bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvwGm4zfHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mbtz0jxLJio/s1600-h/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvwGm4zfHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mbtz0jxLJio/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286082583958092914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The christmas spectacular at the school . . . I really have no idea what is going on here as I got there late.  At first I thought he was one of the wise men, but the other guy in the back is dressed up more like Napolean.  Plus there were kids dressed up as clowns as well as others with black face paint.  No one could explain to me what was happening either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvwQoip-xI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c2rJYSRIwNU/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvwQoip-xI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c2rJYSRIwNU/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286082756200758034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little host brother and a buddy at the christmas party.  The first grade dressed up in formal wear for what amounted to be choosing a homecoming king and queen.  Mateo had a lot to live up to as both his older brothers had been chosen, but unfortunately the title went to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvv-3pGNRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/o_zzqN5KGBA/s1600-h/IMG_0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvv-3pGNRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/o_zzqN5KGBA/s320/IMG_0480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286082451016660242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handing out the candy bags to some very happy kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvvxgT1xgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rKttmo08AH4/s1600-h/IMG_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvvxgT1xgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rKttmo08AH4/s320/IMG_1267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286082221415187970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Busch gardens with my mom in Tampa.  The weather in Florida was beautiful which made heading to Chicago not so much fun. No real culture shock for me to speak of, the only thing I have to be careful of is to throw the toilet paper in the toilet and not the trash.  Plus getting used to the below freezing temps again.  Well that's all from here, and I hope everyone has a happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-7476610665500189695?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/7476610665500189695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=7476610665500189695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7476610665500189695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7476610665500189695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-and-photos.html' title='Happy New Year and photos'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SVvw8osTQ3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DPplA9iwtpY/s72-c/IMG_0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-3100548371654424593</id><published>2008-12-19T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:49:46.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say thanks to those of you who donated money for the schoolkids here.  Today we handed out the goody bags and the kids were pretty happy.  So there's no more need for donations but I'll let you know if anything else comes along (probably another request for next xmas).  I'll put some pics up of the party and candy distribution in a week or two once I'm back in the states. &lt;br /&gt;  I had a nice time this past week hanging out with a peace corps friend and her family who were staying at one of the hostels here.  It was nice going on hikes with them and just hanging out and speaking english.  Plus I enjoy comparing notes with other peace corps volunteers and getting ideas.  We did the laguna quilotoa hike which I hadn't done since may.  It was a lot easier for me so I guess I'm finally getting used to these hills. Somedays it doesn't feel like it as I get out of breath walking up the hill 5 minutes into town.  This usually happens when I take off at my flatland walking pace as opposed to the slower pace most people here walk at. &lt;br /&gt; One thing I've noticed doing gardening here is that always seems to rain right after I water the garden.  It generally rains pretty regularly here but sometimes it can go a few days without rain.  So I start getting nervous and finally give in and water after which it promptly rains.  Plus the clouds here can fake you out into thinking it will rain.  You'll see all these really dark gray clouds and figure that it's definitely going to rain and then they blow off somewhere else.  Has anyone else ever noticed this phenomenon?  The only other place I've really gardened in was California where it never rained so I didn't get the chance to notice it.&lt;br /&gt;  Well this will be my last posting for the year in Ecuador.  I head to Quito on Wednesday and then fly to Florida xmas day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-3100548371654424593?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/3100548371654424593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=3100548371654424593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/3100548371654424593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/3100548371654424593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks.html' title='thanks!'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-3583905237772899604</id><published>2008-12-10T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:39:02.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore rear</title><content type='html'>Monday I went horseback riding to visit this market that's on the other side of the canyon from where I live.  There are two ladies from the states here right now teaching english and they were going to go so I asked if I could tag along.  Originally we were going to hike, but then one of the guides suggested going on horseback which sounded good (at the time).  You have to go down into the canyon and then back up to get to the market, and we assumed that we would be taking the road into the canyon.  Instead we ended up taking the crazy steep trail that I don't even like walking down.  When the guide told us we were going that way we all looked at each other like "oh crap!".  It's one of those moments that you remember you're not in kansas anymore =).  In the states everyone is so anal-retentive about safety and here it's like, "whatever, you can hike that 8 inch trail hugging the side of the cliff, what's the big deal?"  So we headed down, skidding and slidding the whole way.  It didn't really seem to bother the horses at all, which makes me think they have some goat blood or something.  Then we crossed the river which was also interesting as the horses aren't very big so I was ackwardly sitting with my legs up by the horse's neck as not to get my legs wet.  Coming up the other side of the canyon was a bit hair-raising too since it was very rocky and steep. But we made it to the market alright, which was a lot bigger than the one in my town.  I think I've gotten to the point where I don't need to see anymore markets (or at least go out of my way to visit).  They all have the same sort of stuff, the bigger markets just have more of a variety.  There are the fruit and veggie stalls,  the stalls selling a variety of toiletries,  the rubber boots and clothes stall, and then all the food vendors.  The food is usually either fried fish, chunks of pork or beef, or french fries with a fried egg.  Coming back from the market was even more humerous because our guide had bought a sheep and proceeded to drag and carry it back.  I have some good pictures of him crossing the river on horseback with the 60 lbs sheep across his saddle in front of him.  He also went up the steep trail with this arrangement.  Luckily the rest of us went up the road on the way back which was much preferable.  The sheep did make it although I think it's going to be recovering from shell shock for the next several weeks.  We were riding for a good part of the day, so my rear is still recovering a bit, but it was worth it to do it once (I have no plans on ever riding down the trail ever again).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-3583905237772899604?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/3583905237772899604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=3583905237772899604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/3583905237772899604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/3583905237772899604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/12/sore-rear.html' title='Sore rear'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-1325709860953712045</id><published>2008-12-06T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:24:45.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun in the canyon</title><content type='html'>I think my favorite group that I've been working with is the family down in the canyon.  They're the ones that I've been making shampoo with.  First off it's a nice hike down and back (I'm in better shape now so it's actually fun to walk down) and secondly we're just very productive.  I think I'm a bit disheartened because nothing is really happening with my official counterpart.  We have seeds for family gardens and I keep telling them anytime they want help I'm ready but so far we're not really doing much.  But with the family I hike down and we make shampoo or compost and there are no endless planning meetings before things happen.  They were very understanding when the first bach of shampoo ended up a little funny.  It's just nice knowing that every week or two I'll have a good productive day. &lt;br /&gt;   Other than that I gotta admit I've kind of checked out since thanksgiving.  I've been doing a lot of hiking and also still teaching english but not much more than that.  I think I'm just impatient for going back to the states for xmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-1325709860953712045?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/1325709860953712045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=1325709860953712045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1325709860953712045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1325709860953712045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-in-canyon.html' title='fun in the canyon'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-4556354904535389329</id><published>2008-11-30T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:17:50.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A most excellent thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>First off, I hope everyone reading this had a good turkey day.  I have to say, mine definitely ranks up there as one of the best.  A group of us got together near Cuenca, in Cajas national park.  Originally I wasn't planning on going, but after talking to my friends the other weekend I decided to go.  The trip down was a bit of a pain, 15 hours in various buses, including a 2 hour delay near Riobamba (which I found out later was due to a bike race on the panamerican highway).   I got into Cuenca pretty late and found a cheap hostal to crash at since we weren't getting together until the next day.  The next morning I was up early (having gone to bed at 8) so I wandered around Cuenca a bit.  It really is a beautiful city with a church every few blocks.  I went into a couple and watched the morning mass.  I have lots of pictures of the weekend, but unfortunately I seem to have lost the connector thingy so photos will have to wait till xmas.  Anyway after wandering around a bit I took a bus to my friends house outside of Cuenca where we were all meeting.  Then we headed into the park, which I have to say is absolutely gorgeous.  The cabin we were in was really nice too and everyone brought good food.  So after munching a bit we headed out on the various trails.  The hiking was great if a bit muddy.  We were pretty much the only ones in the park so no dealing with stupid tourists and loud drunk campers like in the states.  Plus the water for the city comes from the park so the park gets a lot of funding to keep things clean and taken care of.  We had a very nice thanksgiving meal out on the porch overlooking the lake and the mountains.  Then it was game night with a variety of card and board games.  The next morning we did some more hiking and ate the leftovers for lunch, then crammed into the van to head back to Cuenca.  I spent the night at my friends' house before heading back Saturday.   All and all a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-4556354904535389329?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/4556354904535389329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=4556354904535389329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4556354904535389329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4556354904535389329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/11/most-excellent-thanksgiving.html' title='A most excellent thanksgiving'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-5357787378304355969</id><published>2008-11-14T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:24:43.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crocheting frustrations</title><content type='html'>We had another knitting workshop this past week, this time crocheting macrame handbags.  I discovered that I don't particularly like crocheting.  I was the only one there who had never done it before and it was frusturating trying to follow the teacher as she talked and demonstrated really quickly.  We were supposed to make two bags, but I only made one and gave the rest of my material away to other people who were more adept at it.  At least it was fun hanging out with all the ladies even if the actual work was a pain for me. &lt;br /&gt;  So Christmas is coming up and if any of you out there is in a particularly alturistic mood and want to donate some money I have just the opportunity for you.  The local primary school here along with one of the local hostels puts together little goody bags of candy and other things for all the kids, but they're a bit short on funds.  So if anyone would like to donate a little bit of money for this that would be great.  You can email me and I'll send info on how to go about it.  My email is &lt;a href="mailto:lugess720@yahoo.com"&gt;lugess720@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Any help would be appreciated since a lot of these kids don't get much in the way of xmas presents (if they get anything at all) and it's a bit rough when they see all the ads on tv which there are just as many of as in the US. &lt;br /&gt;  I know I promised to post pictures but I realized I forgot to pack my connecter cable for my camera.  I'm visiting some friends near riobamba for the weekend and had hoped to upload pics but didn't pay attention while I was packing, oops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-5357787378304355969?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/5357787378304355969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=5357787378304355969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5357787378304355969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5357787378304355969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/11/crocheting-frustrations.html' title='Crocheting frustrations'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-5827376585784370803</id><published>2008-11-05T06:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:30:23.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day of the saints and bus adventures</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was the day of the dead/day of the saints.  This year was different than usual because there were a lot less people.  Usually the cemetary is packed for the mass, but it was pretty sparse this time around.  The cemetary is right across from my house so I just hung out and watched the goings on.  I took some pictures, but didn't bring them this time around (I'll post them next time).  My host family had a bunch of relatives visit from the coast so the house was pretty packed.  I ended up cleaning out my storage closet so some of them could stay in there.  And of course we ate guinea pig (apparently that's one of the main reasons people come from the coast, to enjoy the guinea pig).  The other traditional foods are colada morada (a drink made from blueberries) and this bread made in the shape of a kid.  There was also a dance in the evening which I attended briefly (the dances here generally start way past my bedtime and I'm not much of a night person either).&lt;br /&gt;  My bus adventure happened yesterday.  I needed to go into town to pick up some supplies for making shampoo, so I got up early to catch the 4 o'clock bus.  I got to the main square at 5 till, but must have just missed it.  So I go back home planning on taking the student bus that takes kids from my town to Sigchos where there is the high school.  From there I can catch another bus into Latacunga.  I get on this bus no problem but about halfway there we run into a bad patch of road (it's been raining a lot lately) that takes about 20 minutes to navigate around.  By the time I get into Sigchos the other bus has already left and there isn't another one until the afternoon.  I can't really wait for that one because I have to meet up with my host mom in Latacunga to give her a list of things she needs to buy in town.  So I wander around for while trying to see if I can hitch a ride on a truck.  I eventually find one which is good, but have to pay a lot more than the bus fare (not so good).  But I do make it into town finally, hook up with my host mom and get my shopping done.  Luckily this all went uneventfully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-5827376585784370803?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/5827376585784370803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=5827376585784370803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5827376585784370803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5827376585784370803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-of-saints-and-bus-adventures.html' title='day of the saints and bus adventures'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-3927800038715135983</id><published>2008-10-22T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:06:01.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex ed</title><content type='html'>There´s not much to report for the last week, except that I helped out with a sex ed class in the high school.  Another peace corps volunteer in the health program came to give a talk on that and also another talk on first aid with some of the guides in town.  The sex ed program was interesting as none of the kids had had anything like that before.  There were some basic anatomy and sexuality things thta they didn't know anything about.  At first they were all a bit uncomfortable but then they warmed up and actually participated.  I think I'm going to try to get my hands on some of the materials the health volunteers use so that I can give some of those sorts of talks.&lt;br /&gt;  The family garden project is still a little slow getting off the ground.  We have the seeds and now it's raining enough that they won't have to water extra, but no one has been at the meetings we've had.  This past monday there was a big pta meeting at the school so no one came to our usual meeting (plus it was raining pretty hard which gives everyone an excuse not to come).  Hopefully we can get some gardens planted in the next few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-3927800038715135983?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/3927800038715135983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=3927800038715135983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/3927800038715135983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/3927800038715135983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/10/sex-ed.html' title='Sex ed'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-5092240455438557025</id><published>2008-10-14T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:54:26.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>having a heat wave . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SPSi5VIXNMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/W6a71TGd7jQ/s1600-h/Imagen+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257005770856674498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SPSi5VIXNMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/W6a71TGd7jQ/s320/Imagen+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SPSisYjMQAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VDcscuh0fk8/s1600-h/Imagen+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257005548436209666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SPSisYjMQAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VDcscuh0fk8/s320/Imagen+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SPSh6234wKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y45CW9I_GnY/s1600-h/Imagen+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257004697582616738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SPSh6234wKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y45CW9I_GnY/s320/Imagen+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got back from a couple days in the jungle near Tena. It was a lot of fun, especially since I got to go swimming. I stayed at the house of the family of a friend who was working at one of the hostels in my town. The bus ride from Quito to Tena was absolutely beautiful since we were going from snow capped mountains to steamy jungle in 5 hours. There were all these incredible waterfalls along the way too. Then when I finally got off the bus it was like stepping out into a sauna. It actually felt good for the first few minutes until a started sweating buckets. The first day there we wandered around town a bit and went swimming at the river. The swimming wasn´t great at there because the current was pretty fast, but it was the closest spot to the house to cool off in. The next day we went to a better swimming spot which are what the pictures are from. I thought it would just be a couple of us going for part of the day, but it ended up being the whole family. It was a lot of fun goofing around with the kids and just paddling around.  We also had a big picnic lunch complete with salad, pork, and yucca.  The only downside was that I scraped up my nose when I was doing a handstand and slipped.  Oh well!  The next day we visited this little island where there is a little zoo and botanical garden.  I can't tell you the animals I saw because I only heard the names in Spanish or Kichwa but I think one was a cotamundi and another was a spider monkey.  Yesterday I left and spent a little bit of time wandering around Quito and then caught a bus back.  I'm already thinking about where I went to go for another little vacation.  As long as we travel in Ecuador and aren´t gone for more than 4 or 5 days every month or two we don't have to use vacation days.  Maybe I'll go visit the coast and take surfing lessons =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-5092240455438557025?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/5092240455438557025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=5092240455438557025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5092240455438557025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5092240455438557025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/10/having-heat-wave.html' title='having a heat wave . . .'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SPSi5VIXNMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/W6a71TGd7jQ/s72-c/Imagen+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-5124610239079615086</id><published>2008-10-07T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:43:27.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>false alarm</title><content type='html'>Well nothing really came of all the worrying peace corps was doing about the elections.  In my town nobody seemed very concerned one way or the other.  In fact the elections coincided with the parties for the town’s patron saint so people were more interested in that than the elections.  This also meant that the dry laws might not have been followed exactly to the letter.  These past two weeks since I’ve been back I’ve been mostly teaching english (which is going better) puttering around with the tree nursery and playing in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;  This Friday I’m looking forward to going to the jungle to visit two friends there.  They were managers at one of the hostels here and one of them is from the oriente so it will be fun to get a more insider’s perspective on life there.  Plus I feel like I need a little bit of defrosting since it’s been pretty cold and rainy here the past week or so.  This whole year the weather has been really strange with a lot more rain than usual and no real summer (which would generally be still happening now).  Everyone is worried about their potatoes with all this rain.&lt;br /&gt;  Well that’s all from here.  Hopefully for my next post I’ll have some fun pics from the jungle =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-5124610239079615086?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/5124610239079615086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=5124610239079615086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5124610239079615086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5124610239079615086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/10/false-alarm.html' title='false alarm'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-1763524909099251341</id><published>2008-09-27T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:09:10.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quito and Referendums</title><content type='html'>This week was my first time in Quito since our swearing in ceremony 5 months ago.  We had a re-connect conference with my training group and our community counterparts.  It was a lot of fun catching up with everyone again.  People generally seemed to be doing well, save for some health issues in the coastal areas (thank goodness I'm in the mountains).  The meetings themselves were very boring and mostly common sense.  They were mostly about how to plan and implement projects in your community which most of us are already doing.  Plus we had a talk on culture shock which was a few months late in my opinion.  I just brought a book to all the meetings so I was occupied.  I'm known as the bookworm of the group and people were laughing that I was sitting in the back reading (some habits don't change).&lt;br /&gt; I was bummed that we didn't have a lot of free time in Quito to do shopping and other errands.  The reason for this is that this sunday there is a referendum on the new constitution and peace corps wanted us all out of Quito friday.  That is because in order to vote, there is a mass exodus of biblical proportions with everyone going to the city of their birth (more or less).  You have to vote where your cedula (gov't issued idea) says your home is and most people in Ecuador don't change their cedula when they move.  Voting is required so that means everyone is traveling this weekend so they can vote. &lt;br /&gt;  The referendum also means I can't leave my site until peace corps decides it's safe just in case there is a bit of a ruckus over the results.  Apparently the new constitution is in a more communist bent a la Chavez or Morales so the campesinos all like it but the business people in the cities don't.  Nobody knows what will happen as this is the first time since Ecuador became democratic in the 80s that the people have gotten a say in the constitution.  All I know about it is that they've had lots of ads on TV about how there are articles against gay marriage, gays adopting, and abortions.  I've also heard that there's something about land ownership that is controversial and people in the coast are killing to guarantee their land but that's all I know.  Things have been pretty calm in my town so I'm not real worried.  Plus they have a dry law starting today until Monday so no one gets too out of hand.   I hope nothing happens like in Bolivia where the peace corps volunteers had to leave for their safety.  Some of the displaced volunteers are coming to Ecuador so maybe I'll get a new neighbor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-1763524909099251341?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/1763524909099251341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=1763524909099251341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1763524909099251341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1763524909099251341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/09/quito-and-referendums.html' title='Quito and Referendums'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-8976148725075716728</id><published>2008-09-18T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:29:27.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More visits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SNJlf0j5VcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KJoQlGx09E0/s1600-h/Imagen+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247368113199601090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SNJlf0j5VcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KJoQlGx09E0/s320/Imagen+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SNJlDTbvBfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/REIlYhiyxFk/s1600-h/Imagen+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247367623270663666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SNJlDTbvBfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/REIlYhiyxFk/s320/Imagen+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday one of the peace corps nurses as well as the safety &amp;amp; security officer came to visit. They're making their rounds visiting all of us volunteers. I think they plan these trips just to get out of the office. It was a short meeting as I said everything was fine and my house was up to peace corps security standards. The only thing they were worried about was how to contact me in case of an emergency (as in all the land lines and cell towers were down). I didn't really have an answer to that as I'm kinda out in the boonies so I'm not sure how they would contact me save actually driving to my site. Maybe the radio or something? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've added some new pics, one is of my friend Lucy and me in Ambato the other week and the other is of some of the blackberries that the community is working with.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-8976148725075716728?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/8976148725075716728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=8976148725075716728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/8976148725075716728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/8976148725075716728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-visits.html' title='More visits'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SNJlf0j5VcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KJoQlGx09E0/s72-c/Imagen+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-4003066958354997091</id><published>2008-09-15T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:08:37.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over half a year . . .</title><content type='html'>The other day I was thinking about the fact that I've been in Ecuador over half a year (a little over 7 months in fact).  I guess I should have something profound to say after living this long in another culture but I really don't =)  So here are some not so deep observations and things I was surprised about:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;It's a small world - &lt;/strong&gt;I do live in a touristy area, but it's amazing how many people you meet from your home area.  I've met a couple of people from the chicago area (including one who swam for the rival high school swim team to mine).  Also a person who went to the state school across town from my college.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;More world knowledge, albeit a few weeks late&lt;/strong&gt; - I actually read newsmagazines cover to cover these days since I'm always desperate for reading material.  This includes the financial articles that I would never have looked at before.  So I'm a bit more informed on world affairs, if a little behind the times.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Baking fun&lt;/strong&gt; - I would never have thought I would be known for my cooking, but it appears that's the case.  Although  I don't really have much to compete with as most people here don't have the time or money to bake cookies.  So  I feel good being the sugar supplier.&lt;br /&gt;  So those were a few random observations.  This week I finished two more sweaters, although one is more of a tank top since I ran out of yarn for sleeves.  I also started teaching english in the school today.  There were about 50 kids that I was trying to impart some knowledge on, but as you can imagine with 50 12 year olds it didn't go real well.  I guess I'll have to work harder on my teaching technique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-4003066958354997091?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/4003066958354997091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=4003066958354997091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4003066958354997091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4003066958354997091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/09/over-half-year.html' title='over half a year . . .'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-2944989530212692663</id><published>2008-09-08T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:17:59.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation time</title><content type='html'>I just had a nice weekend in Ambato, a bigger city south of my site.  I was visiting two of my training buddies who have friends in Ambato (they had hosted an exchange student back in the states and the family of that student lives in Ambato).  I also got a chance to get some shopping in, namely buying more stuff to make shampoo and visiting a nice ag supply store.  I finally got some pruning shears which will be nice to have for working with the blackberries.  There is a mall in Ambato too which I had a chance to wander around in while waiting for my friends to arrive.  The malls here are pretty much the same as they are everywhere so it was oddly comforting to be in one even though I don't really go to them that much in the states (at least since my teenage mall rat days).  A little taste of home I guess.  The only real tourist attraction in Ambato are these old haciendas that have pretty gardens attatched to them.  We spent part of the afternoon wandering around in one which was fun.   Well I'd better get going, I have a bus to catch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-2944989530212692663?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/2944989530212692663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=2944989530212692663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/2944989530212692663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/2944989530212692663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/09/vacation-time.html' title='vacation time'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-6241670410470281146</id><published>2008-09-05T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:47:24.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SMFFich4iFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/q_2UpLAQbJY/s1600-h/Imagen+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242547899312146514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SMFFich4iFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/q_2UpLAQbJY/s320/Imagen+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SMFFQI7upgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RcFJ5bMZUXo/s1600-h/Imagen+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242547584814196226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SMFFQI7upgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RcFJ5bMZUXo/s320/Imagen+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SMFFCoZ6wlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/uReCDd2jdxM/s1600-h/Imagen+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242547352744149586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SMFFCoZ6wlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/uReCDd2jdxM/s320/Imagen+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SMFEuu2lihI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_86ZLE1ZVn8/s1600-h/Imagen+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242547010877622802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SMFEuu2lihI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_86ZLE1ZVn8/s320/Imagen+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SMFEZiQQ6-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/5RYBnyhiKLg/s1600-h/Imagen+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242546646718409698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SMFEZiQQ6-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/5RYBnyhiKLg/s320/Imagen+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SMFEFCremlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hJVxOzkFZKY/s1600-h/Imagen+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242546294645234258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SMFEFCremlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hJVxOzkFZKY/s320/Imagen+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I've been so lazy with pictures. I really need to get a thumb drive so I don't have to drag my camera with me, but haven't gotten around to doing that yet. So here are some long overdue pictures. One is of my host brother after helping to clean out the bowl we were making brownies in (the only reason he helps bake things is so that he can clean the bowl afterwards). There are a couple of pics of pretty views I took around the area while I was out walking. And of course I have two of my very exciting house which is a tad messy but indicative of how it usually looks. The last one is of my host family at my host sister's conformation this week. I really need to get some pictures of the various projects I've been doing so far, so hopefully I'll have some of those for next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I made my first foray into shampoo making. I'm working with the same family down in the canyon that I visited before.  I felt like I was back in chemistry class mixing up all the various ingridients.  We thought it had gone well, but after letting it sit for a day the mixture was all foamy which is not what's supposed to happen.  I'm heading to Ambato (a larger town) this weekend to visit some friends and while I'm there will swing by the chemistry store to get more stuff so we can try again.  I'm also planning on checking out a seed store that my boss recommended which supposdly has good organic seeds and a wider variety than where I've been going in Latacunga.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-6241670410470281146?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/6241670410470281146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=6241670410470281146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6241670410470281146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6241670410470281146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-pics.html' title='More pics'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SMFFich4iFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/q_2UpLAQbJY/s72-c/Imagen+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-6598871795553307413</id><published>2008-08-30T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:40:22.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweaters!</title><content type='html'>I just finished knitting my first sweater which I'm quite excited about.  The women's group here has been having monthly knitting workshops and I've been attending.  The lady in charge is a good teacher and I've learned a lot, both from her and watching everyone else knit.  Yesterday we had an official graduation from the course and I got a fancy certificate and everything.  It's also good that more of the women know how to make sweaters, because before not that many did so there weren't that many sweaters in the store (mainly just scarves and hats). &lt;br /&gt;  I've also started working on a tree nursery because one of the local hostels won money to start a nursery to go along with the compost and recycling center that are already here.  It's been a crash course in making cuttings and preparing the soil.  Hopefully some of the plants will survive despite my clumsy efforts =)&lt;br /&gt;  I don't think I mentioned yet on my blog, but I will be coming back to the states for xmas.  I bought my tickets not that long ago and am looking forward to a little vacation time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-6598871795553307413?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/6598871795553307413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=6598871795553307413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6598871795553307413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6598871795553307413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweaters.html' title='Sweaters!'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-822517972680284645</id><published>2008-08-22T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:54:10.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying the canyon</title><content type='html'>This past week I walked down into the canyon that my town sits on the rim of.  A lady who lives down there wanted me to come look at her gardens and try to figure out what was wrong with her carrots.  She is one of the few people around here that has a pretty extensive vegetable garden, with everything from strawberries to cabbage.  The neat thing about the canyon is that it is a lot warmer that on the rim, so you can grow avocados and various other fruits that you can't grow up higher.  I'm probably going to go down there every two weeks to help out with her gardens and see if we can get the carrots going better (after I'm done with this post I plan on researching various carrot problems).  The problem is that the hike out of the canyon totally kicked my butt.  Here I thought I was getting in better shape since I'm walking everywhere, but climbing back up left me totally winded and sore the next day.  Oh well, I guess I still have a ways to go until I can keep up with the people around here.  Plus the hike down isn't easy since I'm paranoid about falling since it's so steep.  More so now that one of my training buddies is back in the states having knee surgery because of all the hiking down hills.  A couple of other people in my training group have left which is a bummer.  We were excited to have all made it through training but now we're slowly loosing people.  It seems mostly due to the fact that the larger organizations that people are working for seem to view peace corps volunteers as free office help.  I'm very glad I don't have to work in an office!&lt;br /&gt;  In other news I just watched the entire 20K racewalking competition in the olympics.  They haven't really shown much of the olympics here, but an ecuadorian had a good chance of winning so they showed the entire race.  My host brothers were totally getting into the race and freaking out at the end. I was just trying not to giggle since I find the racewalkers funny doing their weird little stride.  In the end the ecuadorian won silver which was very exciting and now my little host brother is pretending to be a racewalker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-822517972680284645?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/822517972680284645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=822517972680284645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/822517972680284645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/822517972680284645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/08/enjoying-canyon.html' title='Enjoying the canyon'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-4032200730301149829</id><published>2008-08-11T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:29:03.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Gardens</title><content type='html'>Today we did a little workshop with family gardens.  I had bought some carrot, beet, and cabbage seeds while in town the other week and we planted them at one of the group members house.  We made some seed beds, used some worm compost, planted and voila! all done.  Now hopefully something will grow.  It is the dry season now, but we’re going to try and water some with the gray water collected from the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;  On another note, I have a growing respect for translators.  That’s not to say I didn’t before but I hadn’t really ever thought about it.  I was helping out in the hostel the other day trying to translate for a tourist there and getting highly confused in the process.  It’s hard to keep languages straight when you’re using them simutaneously.  I do fine as long as I’m just surrounded by one or the other, but when both are happening it’s very confusing.  I was sitting outside with my host mom one day and a tourist came by to ask for directions.  So I gave the directions and then turned to say something to my host mom, but instead of spanish I started speaking in english.  Oops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-4032200730301149829?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/4032200730301149829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=4032200730301149829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4032200730301149829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4032200730301149829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-in-gardens.html' title='Fun in the Gardens'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-6091272114080857338</id><published>2008-08-01T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T07:10:42.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't miss driving</title><content type='html'>so the internet is being finicky and i had a longer post but it got deleted.  so this one is going to be short now cause i´m feeling lazy.  anyway i was thinking the other day that i´ve only been in a vehicle 7-8 times over the past 3 months and i don´t really miss it.  Today however i do as i had to get up at 3 am to catch the bus into town.  but most of the time i´m pretty happy to just walk places and not be creating more pollution with driving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-6091272114080857338?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/6091272114080857338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=6091272114080857338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6091272114080857338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6091272114080857338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-miss-driving.html' title='Don&apos;t miss driving'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-4695350560195757179</id><published>2008-07-23T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:22:54.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little bit of success</title><content type='html'>I think I mentioned a while back about a composting workshop we did.  Well, we finally got around to applying the compost and it has made a little bit of a difference on some of the blackberries and potatoes.  So I'm excited to have actually done something, although peace corps warns us not to have the american attitude of wanting to see results right away.  But it's kind of hard not to, especially when everyone here has been so nice and welcoming and I feel that I need to do something to deserve it.  Next up is planting some vegetable gardens and working on getting some of the blackberry bushes pruned. &lt;br /&gt;  For my b-day last week I ended up going with a group of tourists on horseback to the cloud forest. It was a fun trip and the cloud forest was beautiful.  My rear was a bit sore afterwards as I hadn't been on a horse for a long time, but it was a small price to pay for the experiance.  My three month quarantine is finally up so I can travel in Ecuador now without getting special permission.  It's a peace corps policy that you have to stay in your site for the first three months to make sure you get intergrated into the community.  Right now I'm just thinking of spending a night in the nearby town to have some alone time.  I love the community here but I think I'm starting to get a bit of cabin fever.  So a night away would be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-4695350560195757179?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/4695350560195757179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=4695350560195757179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4695350560195757179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4695350560195757179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-bit-of-success.html' title='little bit of success'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-284426723347147174</id><published>2008-07-13T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:47:19.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Expert?</title><content type='html'>This is a title I thought I would never have, especially given the fact that everyone in my family knows more than I do.  But I've had requests in town to help out with computers, and I don't think I've permanetly screwed anything up.  My excel and powerpoint skills are a bit rusty but are coming back.  It doesn't help that the menu is in spanish, although now I know the spanish words for print and save =)  The problem is that all the computers here are very old PCs which are very slow and clunky.   Oh well, I've successfully taught how to make tables and graphs so I figure that's a good start.&lt;br /&gt;  In other news I have a boyfriend here in town.  He has just graduated, likes to go on walks, and enjoys making cookies.  The fact that he is four is only a minor impedement.  It has become the town joke these days that my little host brother is my "novio" because I walked him to preschool a few times.  Everyone asks me how my boyfriend is doing or when the wedding is.  The preschool had a little graduation ceremony the other day which was very cute.  It isn't just an american thing that little kids insist on yelling instead of singing the songs.&lt;br /&gt; Well that's all from here.  Tommorrow is my birthday but I'm not planning on anything exciting.  Tonight I'm baking a cake with my host family and we're going to watch Harry Potter which will be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-284426723347147174?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/284426723347147174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=284426723347147174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/284426723347147174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/284426723347147174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/07/computer-expert.html' title='Computer Expert?'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-407685015249156894</id><published>2008-07-05T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T07:28:12.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July festivities</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to a fourth of july party at one of the hostels here.  We had some delicous sausages and then had the crap scared out of us by locally made ecuadorian fireworks.  It was the first time I've been at a fireworks show and was prepared to duck or run should the situation require it.  The fireworks had a tendancy not to go straight up into the air (even if that was the direction they were pointed), but off at crazy angles instead.  Another exciting thing (although not in a good way) happened this week.  Apparently the local municipality has decided to widen the road going into town.  My house sits right on a little cliff next to the road.  So the bulldozer driver says that my house might fall when they dig into the cliff.  My host mom was quite angry and was arguing with the driver, asking him why he couldn't widen the road on the other side since there aren't any houses there.  He said that people owned that property so he couldn't, to which she replied that she owned the property on this side.  Nothing has happened since this confrontation, but I keep expecting to wake up in the street one of these days.  Never a dull moment around here!&lt;br /&gt; My little host brother was very cute the other day.  We were all watching lion king and he started crying at the end of it.  awww!  School just finished up here with a big fiesta on Thursday.  Everyone gets a party for moving on to the next grade.  My supervisor also visited this week to see how things are going and it seemed like he was pleased with the visit.  I was one of the first he visited so I didn't find out about how everyone else is doing.  The sad news is that 2 people headed back to the states from my training group.  I think the sites were a bit rough for them, but I don't really know much else.&lt;br /&gt;  Some random observations on my life here in Ecuador that I haven't mentioned before:&lt;br /&gt;1. the radio stations around here are very random.  they will play a bunch of ecuadorian songs and then suddenly throw in "eye of the tiger", "hot stuff", "footloose", or my personal favorite "my heart will go on" They'll throw in other american songs too, but these seem to be the favorites.&lt;br /&gt;2. i've decided i'm not really a fan of guinea pig.  they're hard to eat, there's not much meat, and i don't really like the taste too much.  the problem is that as the guest in people's houses i often get served whole guinea pig (you eat the brain too) when i'd rather just have chicken.  luckily it isn't rude to ask for a to-go bag so i take the guinea pig back to my host family.&lt;br /&gt;3. it's cool to live in a place that people come visit.  i've never lived in a scenic place before, and it's quite awesome to have trails leaving from your backyard.&lt;br /&gt;4. the temperature here never really changes, but that doesn't stop people from always complaining about it.  when i first got here i thought it was unseasonably cold since people were always talking about it, but then i realized they are always talking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-407685015249156894?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/407685015249156894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=407685015249156894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/407685015249156894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/407685015249156894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july-festivities.html' title='4th of July festivities'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-7212354537100575844</id><published>2008-06-29T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:54:52.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party animal</title><content type='html'>I’m still somewhat adjusting to latin time.  For example yesterday there was supposed to be an all day party/festival in town. So I wandered up around lunchtime to see if anything was happening, but nothing was going on yet.  So I waited and helped my host mom sell fried pig (we had butchered it the day before).  More and more people were gathering in the square but still no party.  The party ended up getting started around 6:00 pm, only 7 hrs after it was supposed to.  One of the attractions was a giant telephone pole slathered in grease with prizes at the top that all the boys were trying to climb (they eventually managed to get the prizes).  Then there was the traditional dancing and drinking that tipifies most fiestas here.  People make fun of me cause I usually don’t stay that long.  I try, but most of the time it’s too late for me. &lt;br /&gt; I’m also getting used to the lack of change in the days.  This being the equator the days are always the same length.  The sun comes up around 6:30 and goes down around 6:30.  It’s nice that I don’t have to worry about those short winter days that are always so depressing =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-7212354537100575844?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/7212354537100575844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=7212354537100575844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7212354537100575844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7212354537100575844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/06/party-animal.html' title='Party animal'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-6768366731434279116</id><published>2008-06-23T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:37:59.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good teas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;It’s been a little while since I last posted due to unfortunate stomach issues I was having.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But everything is back to normal now, which is good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve become quite the tea drinker due to all the herbal remedies people use here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know if it helps, but it certainly can’t hurt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus tea is very nice in the evenings for warming oneself up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only danger is that they sometimes use the word café instead of tea, but sometimes they use it to mean coffee.  So I'm always worried that I'll get coffee instead.  Speaking of teas, I did my first little talk/workshop on compost teas (nice segue huh) and it went pretty well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We made one mixture with stinging nettle and another using ash, onions and various other herbs to help combat the blight that has been attacking the blackberries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Time will tell if it actually helped.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I missed a good chunk of the knitting workshop this past week due to my stomach but the lady is coming back this week so maybe I’ll actually try making a sweater.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve made a few different types of scarves and hats and now I’m ready to branch out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s fun sitting in on these sessions and listening to the ladies talk as they cover all sorts of interesting topics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are very blunt in their opinions about things and not afraid to say what they think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This becomes slightly ackward when they say to me “how come you’re pudgy?”, which I’ve been asked on several occasions along with “how come you’re single and don’t have any kids?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They certainly don’t beat aroud the bush, but at least I’m used to it now =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-6768366731434279116?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/6768366731434279116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=6768366731434279116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6768366731434279116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6768366731434279116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-teas.html' title='good teas'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-1807395192106025217</id><published>2008-06-13T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:24:32.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I think summer has finally arrived here in the mountains. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A few weeks ago I thought the same thing and then the rains came back, but the warmth seems like it’s for real this time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which is a relief because some of my stuff was starting to grow mold from all the rain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The trade-off is that now it’s really windy and blowing dust everywhere.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh well, I’ll take the sun over the rain (at least for the moment).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I feel my work here is done as I’ve introduced my host family to the joys of harry potter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a good think I brought all the books in spanish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve also promised them that the next time I go into town I’ll see if I can find the movies as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a good dvd store stuff in english and spanish and high quality too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I picked up a few disney movies last week and my host siblings and I all enjoyed watching aladdin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Yesterday was the celebration for the day of the child in the school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The parents put on quite an entertaining program, complete with reenacments of little red riding hood and snow white.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The best part was this race involving the mothers pushing the dads (who were pretending to be babies) in wheelbarrows and then having to undress them (thankfully not all the way) then put on diapers and talc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the final leg of the race the babies had to crawl to the finish line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was also a party earlier this week for the people graduating from the learn to read program.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had a fun time dancing and watching a very serious game of musical chairs (who knew that was popular over here?).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-1807395192106025217?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/1807395192106025217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=1807395192106025217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1807395192106025217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1807395192106025217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-days.html' title='summer days'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-5963195249401991759</id><published>2008-06-07T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:33:52.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying the view</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqfSPRex5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/y55wDS7pdsI/s1600-h/on+trail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqfSPRex5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/y55wDS7pdsI/s320/on+trail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209151054693713810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqexwnymnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yvMFIUtpP84/s1600-h/me+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqexwnymnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yvMFIUtpP84/s320/me+bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209150496709974642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqeJPOZCXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pi9A1Sk_gB8/s1600-h/sound+of+music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqeJPOZCXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pi9A1Sk_gB8/s320/sound+of+music.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209149800550304114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqdu0Zl8BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/f-pc9hQZVGQ/s1600-h/fleeing+truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqdu0Zl8BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/f-pc9hQZVGQ/s320/fleeing+truck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209149346672930834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqc52628KI/AAAAAAAAAE0/meWG3URQp5E/s1600-h/me+quilotoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqc52628KI/AAAAAAAAAE0/meWG3URQp5E/s320/me+quilotoa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209148436816261282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqcahfmyNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t2FmJdiQURQ/s1600-h/mateo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqcahfmyNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t2FmJdiQURQ/s320/mateo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209147898488867026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqcCYYdMZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xnOMSjU73UA/s1600-h/jacko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqcCYYdMZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xnOMSjU73UA/s320/jacko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209147483726098834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqbWvX1joI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9kj6jaXX7zM/s1600-h/papas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqbWvX1joI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9kj6jaXX7zM/s320/papas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209146733983272578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've finally made it back into the larger town so I can add some more pictures.  There are a couple from the potato picking minga (including everyone fleeing the stuck truck), and a couple of my host siblings staging their own mini olympics.  The others are from the gorgeous hike from the crater lake back to my town.  In a side note if anyone is wondering about why I never include the names of places in my blog, it's a result of peace corps policy.  Apparently they are worried that nefarious people will find the blog and use the information to kidnapp us or something like that.  I find this rather humerous, as it isn't that hard to find gringos in Ecuador in the first place.  Besides we volunteers have only slightly more money than the locals, so if I were a kidnapper I'd definitely go for the rich tourists first. So now you know why I'm so vague and if I'm totally digressing it's because I had to get up at 2:30 this morning to catch the bus here.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the absolutely lovely (and tiring hike).  I hooked up with another peace corps volunteer who was visiting with a friend to do the hike.  We were also joined by another couple from one of the hostels.  The truck ride up to the crater was tiring in and of itself because it was very bumpy and all of us had sore rear ends.  The hike starts by walking part way around the crater and then leaving it to head towards the town.  One thing that's true of hikes here is that there are no safety standards.  There were a few times when we were climbing down the mountain or traversing a mudslide on the side of a cliff that I was a little concerned for my safety.  But it was well worth the risk and the sore muscles afterwards.  So if anyone reading this ends up visiting, this is definitely one thing we'll be doing =)&lt;br /&gt;  I have come to hate meetings here (not that I really liked them anywhere).  They are soooo long and it seems like the point could have been gotten to a lot faster.  Last night I ended up leaving before the end of the women's group meeting because I wasn't feeling good and we had already been there for several hours without really accomplishing anything (as near as I could tell).  Plus the whole latin time thing is not a myth.  I'm surprised when things start within an hour of when they're supposed to.  So I bring a book or my knitting and settle in for the long haul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-5963195249401991759?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/5963195249401991759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=5963195249401991759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5963195249401991759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5963195249401991759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/06/enjoying-view.html' title='Enjoying the view'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SEqfSPRex5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/y55wDS7pdsI/s72-c/on+trail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-8817616493667018866</id><published>2008-06-01T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:09:55.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oddles of zuccini</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;The other week I decided that I wanted to make some zuccini bread. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The problem being that there were no zuccinis at the Sunday market.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I figured that was the end of it (and decided to substitute carrots instead) but my host mom went and talked to one of the veggie vendors and she said that she could bring some next time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the next week came around and the vendor brought a whole box full for me which was cheaper than trying to bring just one or two.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I have 10 zuccinis, so if anyone has good zuccini recipes (other than bread) please let me know! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I also still haven’t perfected baking at high altitude yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The cookies have turned out fine but cakes and breads have not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They usually end up burned on the edges and slightly raw in the middle, or weirdly deflated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The cookbook peace corps gave us has a conversion chart which obviously hasn’t worked quite right. Tips on this front would be helpful as well!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This weekend there has been a festival for Mary in the church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t quite understand what it’s all about, but the festival involves carrying a picture or doll of Mary from house to house and saying the rosary (I think) a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I now know the Lord’s prayer and various other incantations in spanish very well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People here get excited about the festivals in the church but normal church attendance isn’t very high.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it’s a similar trend in a lot of places.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well that’s all from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Ecuador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;, I better get to baking bread =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-8817616493667018866?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/8817616493667018866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=8817616493667018866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/8817616493667018866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/8817616493667018866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/06/oddles-of-zuccini.html' title='oddles of zuccini'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-596604744867813936</id><published>2008-05-29T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:54:30.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Klutz strikes again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;So for those of you who don’t know, I can be rather klutzy sometimes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been expecting since I got here to fall while running (I’ve tripped numerous times, but always managed to stay on my feet), and yesterday that thought came to fruition =(. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I totally nosedived and scraped up my hands and knee pretty good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then in the same day I skidded scrambling down a steep, muddy trail and landed on my rear. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Luckily the only thing that was hurt there was my pride.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was going to help some community members plant potatoes and in the process of helping bonked my other knee with the azadon (a large hoe-esque tool).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was very happy when the day was over and no other accidents had occurred.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other exciting event this week was that one of the local buses tipped over not far from my house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately there weren’t any passengers aboard and the driver wasn’t hurt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This provided all the locals with entertainment (better than the soaps) as we tried to right the bus using only ropes and a tightening tool with cables which I don’t know the name of in english.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suprisingly (for me) the job was accomplished in a morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First we had to drag the bus a bit because there wasn’t enough space to flip it up and afterwards we pulled it up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s cool here how everyone congregates for these sorts of projects.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Earlier this week everyone was helping paint the town center and there have also been work projects to fix the roads.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus people always help each other plant their crops.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s a nice sense of community that one doesn’t always find in the states.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It makes sense though, because here you never know when you’re going to need help, so you help others so that they’ll help you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-596604744867813936?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/596604744867813936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=596604744867813936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/596604744867813936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/596604744867813936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/05/klutz-strikes-again.html' title='The Klutz strikes again'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-3041268636809535681</id><published>2008-05-22T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:27:03.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papas, papas, papas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Yesterday I headed up to the paramo (above the timberline) to plant potatoes with a large group of people from the community.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was quite an adventure as the road up was very bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was like an amusement park ride all over again complete with shrieking girls and hysterical laughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s funny that people aren’t concerned about walking up and down the side of a mountain (which is one of my concerns), but every little bump and skid in the road while driving gets them quite agitated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it was more dangerous then I realized, but it seemed like the driver had control of the car the whole time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was amazing how many papas we got planted in just one day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Granted there were a lot of people, but the system was very efficient.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were guys making the holes, then people with the papas putting them in, and then people with the fertilizer adding that and covering up the holes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a good thing we got done quickly as it started to pour afterwards (which made the trip back exciting).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;One tradition I find interesting is that it isn’t rude here to ask for a doggy bag when you’re at someone’s house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the first couple of weeks I was stuffing myself trying to finish everything, but now I can just take the stuff back with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is also good when they are feeding me pig skin and chicken or cuy entrails as I can take it with me and then feed it to the dog.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-3041268636809535681?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/3041268636809535681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=3041268636809535681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/3041268636809535681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/3041268636809535681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/05/papas-papas-papas.html' title='Papas, papas, papas'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-1043574277045305890</id><published>2008-05-19T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:52:58.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>party time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I´m partied out at the moment. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This past weekend there were parties every night until all hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Friday night was the good-bye party for the volunteer who has been here for the past three years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was lots of food and ackward standing around until the drinks starting flowing a bit more. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then everyone got up to do the “campo shuffle” which is the only kind of dance around here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily it doesn’t require much movement or coordination, so I don’t make a fool of myself when I do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The music gets a bit old as there really isn’t much variety.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently the party went all night although I was a party pooper and went home around 10.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Saturday there was a party commemorating the one year anniversary of the death of the neighbor’s husband (I think it was the husband although I’m not sure).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did not attend this party but given the fact that it was next door and that the band played all night accompanied by fireworks, I was certainly kept awake by it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sunday there were 2 weddings and 6 baptisms in the local church and then a party to celebrate that night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m glad things have calmed down a bit now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;So I’ve decided in my down time to take up baking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I made a bunch of cookies for the party and also a chocolate cake a talk two health peace corps volunteers were giving here. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have found that a lot of things are more interesting when one is slightly bored.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I enjoy reading, but I have a lot of down time and sometimes it gets old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also after concentrating on spanish all day I don’t always went to do any sort of intellectual pursuit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although now I just bought the portable dvd player from the old volunteer so I can enjoy the boob tub occasionally (I just have to go and pick up some bootlegged movies from town). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-1043574277045305890?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/1043574277045305890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=1043574277045305890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1043574277045305890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/1043574277045305890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/05/party-time.html' title='party time'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-7228778830392092849</id><published>2008-05-15T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:53:06.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm,  cookies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;This past week has been pretty busy, and I’ve been a tad sick which is why I haven’t written. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s now officially summer as it hasn’t rained hardly at all in the last week and a half.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think the change in weather brought on my cold/cough, but I’m feeling better now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I finally got around to making cookies which turned out better than I expected.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;M&amp;amp;Ms had to be used instead of chocolate chips as it is impossible to find choco chips in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Ecuador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;. But on the whole they turned out well and my host family was quite excited about them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good baked goods aren’t real common around here and I have never seen cookies anywhere except in packages like oreos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tommorrow is the big good bye fiesta for the guy here before me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It should be rather interesting with people rather chuchaki (a new word I picked up meaning hungover) the next day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mother’s day was also interesting as a good chunk of the mothers (and quite a few of the fathers) celebrated by getting drunk and dancing in the main square.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They really know how to party here!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Another random observation is how bus drivers try to sell their trips at the terminal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re walking down the line of buses and all the drivers are trying to get you to pick their bus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel like I’m in a department store.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The thing is all the buses are going to different places, so why would I suddenly choose to go someplace different? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How may people wander into the terminal saying “I wonder where I should go, maybe I’ll see which driver is the most convincing”?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It just seems an odd place for a sales pitch but maybe there’s something about it I don’t know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-7228778830392092849?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/7228778830392092849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=7228778830392092849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7228778830392092849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7228778830392092849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/05/mmm-cookies.html' title='mmm,  cookies!'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-253790039944286785</id><published>2008-05-06T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:33:53.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The longest day . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SCBgf5G0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/87X6bVqd6zU/s1600-h/OK+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SCBgf5G0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/87X6bVqd6zU/s320/OK+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197260071007175522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SCBfrJG0Q1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/qvjEuEmXoDo/s1600-h/OK+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SCBfrJG0Q1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/qvjEuEmXoDo/s320/OK+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197259164769076050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SCBew5G0Q0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/HaZGZr4jELg/s1600-h/OK+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SCBew5G0Q0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/HaZGZr4jELg/s320/OK+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197258164041696066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SCBeSJG0QzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkgmJMDP4QQ/s1600-h/OK+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SCBeSJG0QzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TkgmJMDP4QQ/s320/OK+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197257635760718642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SCBdLZG0QyI/AAAAAAAAADs/sXXLnwtT-9k/s1600-h/OK+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SCBdLZG0QyI/AAAAAAAAADs/sXXLnwtT-9k/s320/OK+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197256420284973858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SCBckZG0QxI/AAAAAAAAADk/ayoM4NBfZLo/s1600-h/OK+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SCBckZG0QxI/AAAAAAAAADk/ayoM4NBfZLo/s320/OK+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197255750270075666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SCBb8ZG0QwI/AAAAAAAAADc/c5Fg84-D4GQ/s1600-h/OK+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SCBb8ZG0QwI/AAAAAAAAADc/c5Fg84-D4GQ/s320/OK+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197255063075308290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've finally made it into the big city and can finally upload some of my photos.  I realized after the fact that I haven't really taken that many photos yet of my current digs, so that will have to wait till next time.    Most of the photos are of the swearing in ceremony and the parties following it.  There's a picture of me with one of my language facilitators as well as one with one of our technical trainers.  The lady behind the podium is the current US ambassador in Ecuador, who gave a very nice (and short speech).   Then there are some pics of our nightime tour of Quito in the rockin' party bus. I couldn't figure out how to get a good night picture of the main plaza so please excuse the blurriness.  For the picnic after swearing in we learned a fun bollywood dance and performed for everyone (yes, I actually danced in public).  The only pic of my current life is the group of us knitting, which is not the greatest picture but it'll have to do for now =)&lt;br /&gt;The title of the post refers to my experiences this past Sunday which were quite interesting.  The former volunteer at my site had visited this other community to do a talk on small businesses and they invited me to come and see if I wanted to continue what the other volunteer had started.  The other volunteer implied that it was not too long of a trip, so I didn't bring my cell phone as there really isn't any reception in the near vicinity.  I hop in the truck and we were off early Sunday morning.  After about two hours I'm starting to wonder where exactly we are going.  So I ask the guy sponsoring this excursion and he says that it's three hours.  I take this to mean three hours total, but actually he meant three more hours (which actually turned into four hours).  Finally we arrive at the town which is in the transitional zone heading towards the coast and quite a bit warmer that I was prepared for.  There's a very long town meeting where I am asked to present my ideas which I was not prepared for.  Trying to speak on the fly in Spanish on a topic you're not ready for is an interesting experience and one I would not care to repeat.  So the meeting finally wraps up and we climb back in the truck to head back.  This trip is even longer as the roads are worse since there's been a downpour all afternoon, it's dark, and it's very cloudy.  We get stuck in the mud on several occasions and in one instance the tire was off the edge of the road.  I'm not sure if there was just a little drop under the tire, or if the tire was dangling over the cliff and frankly I was perfectly happy not to know.  So we finally get back at around 4 in the morning and I don't think I was ever so happy to see my bed.   Meanwhile people in town were quite concerned because they didn't realize I was going so far (since I didn't know either) and I got a bit of a talking to the next day about making sure to tell them where I was going.  Plus now my knees are black and blue after constantly bonking against the dash for 14 hours.  I am convinced that vehicles here are not built for anyone over 5'3". &lt;br /&gt;  As a result of this experience I have decided not to work with this group at the moment since I still need to get started in my community.  Maybe after the summer and after the roads get patched up a bit I'll head back.  Well that's all for now, I need to get to the supermarket to get stuff for chocolate chip cookies. yum! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-253790039944286785?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/253790039944286785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=253790039944286785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/253790039944286785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/253790039944286785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/05/longest-day.html' title='The longest day . . .'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SCBgf5G0Q2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/87X6bVqd6zU/s72-c/OK+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-9071572295240572206</id><published>2008-04-30T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:18:04.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rain, rain go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;It´s another grey day here in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Ecuador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I spent part of the morning watching the minga (a community project) clear away yet another mudslide from the road. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This has been the worst winter that anyone can remember in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Ecuador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt; with all the rains.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It´s also unseasonably cold, so everyone is both wet and freezing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Relatively it´s not that cold, but you can´t ever get out of it like you can in the states. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I sleep in my sleeping bag (rated for 25 degrees) as well as several blankets on top of that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So those are my happy thoughts for the day =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Aside from the weather things are good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;6 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt; running date during the week with one of the owners of the local hostal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She´s a bit shorter than me, so it´s&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;more like she jogs and I walk fast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since there isn´t a flat stretch of land to be found anywhere, the workout is a good one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I´m still visiting families in the morning, and getting fed whaaaaay too much food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started out trying to be polite and finishing it all, but I´ve given that up due to the thanksgiving type feeling after every meal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So one of my ponderings from studying spanish is why are all the verbs that one uses a lot (to be, to go, to do, to have, to put, to want, to know, to say) irregular and verbs like borrar (to erase) regular? It must be some sort of plot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although to be fair I don’t really know if the more common verbs in english are irregular too (as I haven’t the foggiest idea how one actually conjugates verbs in english).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;So another random question is can one take communion in a catholic church if they aren’t catholic? I can never remember what the rules are for that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-9071572295240572206?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/9071572295240572206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=9071572295240572206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/9071572295240572206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/9071572295240572206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain, rain go away'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-8352010153552861538</id><published>2008-04-27T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T13:05:24.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can't think of a good title . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Well it´s been a week and I´m definitely settling into things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I´ve been visiting the various families that I´ll be working with and checking out their gardens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It´s been a bad year for crops as there´s been so much rain and all the plants have blight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I´ve been having fun getting to know people, although with my spanish skills the going is sometimes a bit interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I´ve found that making an idiot out of myself generally paves the way since everyone enjoys a good laugh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus I figure they´re going to find me humorous anyway and I´m always going to be making language mistakes so I might as well go with it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I never really know where my days are going to end up, which makes things interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I only have a minimal schedule at the moment so most things happen on the spur of the moment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I´ll wander up into town to buy a few things, and end up spending half the afternoon walking around with one family, or eating with another.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I´ve also been knitting with the women´s co-op ladies who are a fun bunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They tell more dirty jokes then the men (only some of which I understand)!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;So that´s all for this week!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I´m going to be heading into town soon, so then I can post some pics of life here =)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-8352010153552861538?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/8352010153552861538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=8352010153552861538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/8352010153552861538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/8352010153552861538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/04/cant-think-of-good-title.html' title='can&apos;t think of a good title . . .'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-4082128653062984087</id><published>2008-04-20T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:22:56.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from the Campo!</title><content type='html'>So I´m at my site now, which is quite exciting (and slightly scary).  I arrived here on Friday after a hectic few days in Quito.  The swearing in ceremony at the embassy was very nice and just the right length of time (I didn´t start fidgeting or anything) then we had a picnic at the peace corps headquarters with real hot dogs and hamburgers.  In the evening we rode around Quito on this crazy party bus that had a band on the roof.  There´s nothing like a bunch of gringos making fools out of themselves.  The bus went through colonial Quito, which was absolutely beautiful at night.  Then it was off to a club for a little bit of partying before calling it a night.   The next day everyone was off to their sites.  It was a bit sad saying bye to everyone, since we´re probably not going to see each other for 4 months. &lt;br /&gt;  The bus ride to my site was gorgous, and I got to indulge in one of my favorite pastimes, gazing out the window and daydreaming.  The family that I´m staying with was waiting for the bus and helped me get my stuff unloaded.  My living arrangement is really nice, because I have my own house basically with a stove and everything, but the family lives next door.  The family is really nice and have been very welcoming and tolerant of my spanish.  The guy I´m going to be working with is also really nice as well as other people I´ve meet in town.  The volunteer that has been here for the past 3 years is much loved in the community so they´re excited to have another one.  This is also kind of nerve-wracking as I have a lot to live up to. &lt;br /&gt; The bad news here is that the internet is really slow and expensive so I probably won´t be updating that often, or sending many emails.  The nearest big town is a 3-4 hour bus ride away and I´ll probably be going there once a month or so.  I also can´t really upload pictures here either so that will have to wait until I go into town.  The cell phone that they gave us only works if I climb the hill behind my house, so I can´t get incoming calls which is too bad since I can´t call out to the states.  Oh well, the price I pay for being in a beautiful, tranquilo site!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-4082128653062984087?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/4082128653062984087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=4082128653062984087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4082128653062984087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4082128653062984087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-from-campo.html' title='Hello from the Campo!'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-4485288275810338263</id><published>2008-04-16T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:00:40.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the big city</title><content type='html'>So I've been having fun eating some american food in quito (including mint chip ice cream!) and suffering through long bueracratic sessions at the peace corps hq.  The sessions are neccessary, but highly boring.  Today we got our cell phones, which seem rather complicated (although maybe that's just my technological illiteracy).  They also have to be on all the time, which I'm not a fan of, since it drives me nuts when people's phones ring during meetings.  I understand the safety issues, but I still find it annoying.&lt;br /&gt;  Things should get a bit more exciting this afternoon, as we have a self defense lesson where I can get my inner-ninja on.  Then tommorrow is the formal swearing in ceremony, followed by the not so formal party bus tour around Quito.  We've also gotten our new addresses.  Mine is now:&lt;br /&gt;Linea Richards&lt;br /&gt;Cuerpo de Paz&lt;br /&gt;Casilla 05-01-236&lt;br /&gt;Latacunga, Cotopaxi&lt;br /&gt;Ecuador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next post will probably be from my site!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-4485288275810338263?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/4485288275810338263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=4485288275810338263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4485288275810338263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4485288275810338263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-in-big-city.html' title='Fun in the big city'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-9171096047146184222</id><published>2008-04-13T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:33:54.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Hasta luego!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SAJrgxNqTGI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pa35VCWBkoA/s1600-h/Imagen+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188827931394853986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SAJrgxNqTGI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pa35VCWBkoA/s320/Imagen+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SAJq0hNqTFI/AAAAAAAAADM/t7JnIPaE0g0/s1600-h/Imagen+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188827171185642578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SAJq0hNqTFI/AAAAAAAAADM/t7JnIPaE0g0/s320/Imagen+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SAJqDhNqTEI/AAAAAAAAADE/jb6dJqAnLSk/s1600-h/Imagen+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188826329372052546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SAJqDhNqTEI/AAAAAAAAADE/jb6dJqAnLSk/s320/Imagen+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SAJpkhNqTDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GB3ZyFMynZQ/s1600-h/Imagen+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188825796796107826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SAJpkhNqTDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GB3ZyFMynZQ/s320/Imagen+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the party for all of our host families. It was fun, but a little sad to be saying good bye. Early Tuesday morning we head to Quito for a few days of paperwork and our official swearing-in ceremony. There´s a picture of my host parents at the party, as well as a picture of two of the host dads in the traditional chaps they use for celebrations. There was also an opportunity for all of us to join in the dancing, which I actually did (surprise, surprise). The other picture is a view of the volcano from the roof of my house. My host mom actually woke me up one morning to get the picture because usually it´s too cloudy or too sunny (the sun rises behind the volcano so the picture doesn´t turn out) to get a picture and by the afternoon the mountain is hidden again. I think my host family will miss me as I provide free entertainment for them. Not only do I read and bring strange books into the house, but I also walk a lot which they find odd. Generally in the mornings I take two buses to get to the training center, but one day I decided to walk the first leg as it didn´t seem that far.  One of my host sister´s friends saw me and by the time I got home the whole town knew that I was the crazy gringo who walked to town.  Plus there´s always the various daily misunderstandings which are cause for laughter.  I´m really going to miss them, and I hope my next host family is as fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   So one thing I´ve discovered is that english is really hard.  I´ve been attempting to help my host sisters with their english homework and I´m totally horrible at explaining why things are the way they are.  Usually I just say "that´s how it is, but I don´t know why".  The grammer rules are a lot less clear too.  I´ve been relearning (or maybe just learning) english grammer in order to understand all the different spanish verb forms.  I pretty much understand them all at this point, but please don´t ask me to use them in a sentance!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  FYI: I will have internet at my site (at least according to the information I´ve been given) so I should be able to continue keeping you all informed of my various adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-9171096047146184222?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/9171096047146184222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=9171096047146184222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/9171096047146184222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/9171096047146184222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/04/hasta-luego.html' title='¡Hasta luego!'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/SAJrgxNqTGI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pa35VCWBkoA/s72-c/Imagen+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-6170780385777003264</id><published>2008-04-06T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:33:56.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics and adventures in frio-bamba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_kopp97OjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vovRMIcpgHA/s1600-h/Imagen+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186221141999172146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_kopp97OjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vovRMIcpgHA/s320/Imagen+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_koOZ97OiI/AAAAAAAAACs/nwSfX9hb-J8/s1600-h/Imagen+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186220673847736866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_koOZ97OiI/AAAAAAAAACs/nwSfX9hb-J8/s320/Imagen+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_knM597OhI/AAAAAAAAACk/bSP603rXoYY/s1600-h/Imagen+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186219548566305298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_knM597OhI/AAAAAAAAACk/bSP603rXoYY/s320/Imagen+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_kmoJ97OgI/AAAAAAAAACc/zN3I0qjnFzI/s1600-h/Imagen+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186218917206112770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_kmoJ97OgI/AAAAAAAAACc/zN3I0qjnFzI/s320/Imagen+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_klLp97OfI/AAAAAAAAACU/u1WidFMSTQs/s1600-h/Imagen+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186217328068213234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_klLp97OfI/AAAAAAAAACU/u1WidFMSTQs/s320/Imagen+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_kj8p97OeI/AAAAAAAAACM/VtEFQV7Fi8w/s1600-h/Imagen+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186215970858547682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_kj8p97OeI/AAAAAAAAACM/VtEFQV7Fi8w/s320/Imagen+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_kjHp97OdI/AAAAAAAAACE/TiByEfTtD3E/s1600-h/Imagen+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186215060325480914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_kjHp97OdI/AAAAAAAAACE/TiByEfTtD3E/s320/Imagen+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_kiWp97OcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_l-3JZ_aCh8/s1600-h/Imagen+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186214218511890882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_kiWp97OcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_l-3JZ_aCh8/s320/Imagen+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I´m back at home base after two weeks of traveling. It was a lot of fun visiting other parts of Ecuador. The first two pictures are from our first week in the cloud forest. It was amazing how green it was in the subtropics after being more in the mountain highlands for 6 weeks. The second picture is a group of us learning this weird french game that was kind of a combination of risk and monopoly. We got quite addicted to it for a few days, then the attraction wore off (mainly because it was hot and being in the pool was way more fun). After a week of sweating it out in the tropics, it was back up to the mountains, which meant spending a day on various buses. The entertainment on the bus was the high quality movie Death Train. I´m sure it was just an oversight that it wasn´t nominated for an oscar (haha). We were lucky to have made it through the main bus terminal in Quito as a few days later a huge chunk of earth fell away and created this huge sinkhole right in the main interchange leaving the station. The reward for surviving a day on the buses was a really nice hostel in Riobamba (the locals call it frio-bamba due to the cold) and the best shower I´ve had in two months. The water pressure was good and the water was warm, a combination you don´t often get in this area. We spent four days there and in the surrounding area learning about planting crops on slopes and praying that we didn´t fall on those said slopes. There´s a picture of us working on digging holes to plant trees on one of the farms we visited. The other nice thing about Riobamba was the abundance of good (cheap) restaurants and even hand-dipped ice-cream, so I was able to fully satisfy my sweet tooth. After that we headed off to a different town nearby, but met a few bumps in the road on the way (literally). This was due to all the rain Ecuador´s been getting lately which has created lots of mudslides. So instead of taking the bus, we ended up crammed in the back of a truck and upon arriving at the mudslide, we had to climb over and catch a different truck. It made for an exciting day and really dirty shoes. It was all worth it as the town we went to was really interesting. It´s this tiny town that has all kinds of different little factories and micro-enterprises. The picture with the leader of the ag program putting a stick in a pool is where the town gets its salt. There´s a spring that salty water bubbles up from and they´re able to extract the salt from the water. There was also a chocolate factory (with really good dark chocolate), a cheese factory (also delicous), a soccer ball factory, a textile mill, a women´s co-op that made knitted wares, an essential oil factory, a soy products factory and several others. All this in an area with less that 6,000 people! It´s definitely an example for all of us to try to follow at our sites.  Plus the town is in a gorgous area near the volcano chimborazo (photo) which is the highest volcano in the world as well as the highest mountain in Ecuador.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  So those were the adventures of the last two weeks.  We just have two weeks left of training before we´re let loose on Ecuador! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-6170780385777003264?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/6170780385777003264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=6170780385777003264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6170780385777003264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6170780385777003264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-pics-and-adventures-in-frio-bamba.html' title='More pics and adventures in frio-bamba'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R_kopp97OjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vovRMIcpgHA/s72-c/Imagen+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-7076705440012712311</id><published>2008-03-29T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:18:00.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming, swimming in the swimming pool =)</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a difference 3 hours makes!  We left the Andes last saturday for the cloud forest.  After a three hour bus ride we were in a very humid and beautiful rainforest.  Not only that, but we are staying at a really nice camp/resort center with a pool (yay!).  Needless to say, the first thing most of us did after arriving, was to take advantage of the swimming pool.  The food as well as been really good (actual spagetti as opposed to noodles and ketchup), but the humidity and bugs have not been quite so fun.  Everyone looks like they have some horrible disease with all their bug bites.  Plus I spent the first two days rather sore as I was stupid and got sunburn on my shoulders the first day.  I was thinking I would only go into the pool for a little while and get back out but instead we all ended up playing a rather intense water polo match so my shoulders and face were a bit red.  But the water polo was awesome! &lt;br /&gt; As far as the productive stuff we´ve been doing, we´ve studied cacao and banana production, as well as doing some interpersonal/active listening seminars (boring, plus I dislike that stuff anyway).  The people in charge love to play those silly ice-breaker/team building games which I  can´t stand.  I´ve also learned a lot about terracing and planting things on a slope.  Of course we did all that sort of digging stuff on the hottest, humidest day so we were all sweating buckets.  Luckily we always have the pool to look forward too. I´m about ready to head back up the mountains, which some of us are doing tommorrow (we´re splitting into groups based on what region your site is in).   I´ll let you all know how that trip goes next weekend, as well as get some pictures up since I didn´t bring my connector thingy with me.  ¡Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-7076705440012712311?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/7076705440012712311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=7076705440012712311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7076705440012712311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7076705440012712311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/03/swimming-swimming-in-swimming-pool.html' title='swimming, swimming in the swimming pool =)'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-4672376862059732119</id><published>2008-03-20T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:55:11.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading, reading, reading . . .</title><content type='html'>I´ve had a lot of time to read since I´ve arrived in Ecuador.  I try to hang out with my host family as much as possible, but it gets exhuasting speaking spanish (and I think they sometimes get tired of trying to understand me) so generally part of the evening is spent reading.  Luckily we´ve set up an informal library at peace corps, so there´s never a shortage of books.  Plus mom and dad have sent me some too (thanks!).  Here´s some of my favorites so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colors&lt;/em&gt; - an interesting history of dyes, I know it sounds weird but it was really quite fascinating even if one isn´t an artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Killing Pablo&lt;/em&gt; - the story of Pablo Escobar and the hunt to find him.  He was a notorious Colombian drug kingpin in the 80s.  this is not a really a fun read but sometimes it´s good to learn about these sorts of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feast of the Goat&lt;/em&gt; - historical nonfiction about Trujillo, the infamous dictator in the Dominican Republic during the first part of last century.  if anyone has read &lt;em&gt;In the Time of the Butterflies&lt;/em&gt;, it´s the same era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three Cups of Tea&lt;/em&gt; - story of a mountain climber who promises to build schools in rural Pakistan.  very inspirational!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don´t Stuff Your Dog&lt;/em&gt; - Alan Alda´s (Hawkeye in MASH) autobiography.  Very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nature Girl&lt;/em&gt; - Carl Hiassen´s latest book.  funny, but not my favorite of his&lt;br /&gt;Plus I finally managed to finish reading &lt;em&gt;Lion, the Witch and The Wardrobe&lt;/em&gt; en español (which I´m very excited about) and have now moved on to harry potter.  My host family thinks I´m very strange for reading all the time.  People don´t seem to read a lot down here, and there are no bookstores anywhere (or even newspapers/magazines).  One of our cultural speakers touched on the topic, and she said this was due to the Catholic church´s influence when this area was colonized.  At the time the church wasn´t into letting people read, as then they could read the bible and have their own ideas about God, whereas the US was colonized by protestants who believed it to be very important to read the bible.  So apparently this apathy towards reading has carried over into today.  I´m not sure how accurate this theory is, but it sounds plausible to me.&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday I´m looking forward to being warmer and going swimming when we get into the more temperate zone.  I´m not sure if  I´ll have internet access, so this might be my last post for the next week or two.  Happy Easter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-4672376862059732119?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/4672376862059732119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=4672376862059732119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4672376862059732119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4672376862059732119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/03/reading-reading-reading.html' title='Reading, reading, reading . . .'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-7589945761260122967</id><published>2008-03-16T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:15:53.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tastes like chicken</title><content type='html'>So I had my first taste of cuy today.  It didn´t actually taste like chicken, but it was pretty good.  It was kind of difficult to eat as there wasn´t a whole lot of meat (hey that rhymes).  My host family was all watching me take my first bite to see how the gringa would react.  I think they were disapointed that my reaction wasn´t stronger.  In other news, I only recently discovered that we actually do have hot water in the house.  All my showers have been freezing cold, and I just assumed that´s how it was as most of the other volunteers only get cold showers.  I don´t know how my host mom figured out that my showers weren´t warm (maybe the duration of them), but the other day she asked me if my shower was cold.  When I said yes, she told me the secret is to turn the hot water knob back and forth several times until it got warm.  Definitely not something I ever would have figured out!  Now I am enjoying warm showers, yay!  Another cultural misunderstanding occurded the other week when my host sister and I were watching tv.  There was a commercial involving chocolate and I jokingly said than I wanted some (I think the commercial said "give me chocolate" and I agreed) so later my host sister went out and got some!  I felt so bad and tried to explain that I was just joking.&lt;br /&gt;  In other food news, thanks to all of you who offered to send cheerios but it definitely wouldn´t make it through customs.  My breakfast usually includes yogurt, bread, tea, and hot chocolate.  The yogurt, tea and hot chocolate are things I never liked in the states but are growing on me now.  Especially the yogurt since it´s supper fresh as it´s made in my town.  But if anyone comes to visit and has room in their bag, they can always bring cheerios =)&lt;br /&gt; So today was the big palm sunday service which was interesting.  It started with everyone meeting at the volleyball courts to walk to the church with their branches.  A lot of people brought roses which added some color to the procession.  In case you were wondering roses are dirt cheap around here because all the roses you buy in the states come from here (people were shocked at how expensive they are int the states).  Anyway, I digress.  So we walked to the church, with everyone singing and then there was the regular service.  My host dad asked me if the service was long for me (it was about 2 hours), but I told him after the vigilia in Costa Rica nothing seemed long. &lt;br /&gt;So that´s been all the excitement this weekend.  I´m happy as I did laundry and the rain held of long enough for all my stuff to dry =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-7589945761260122967?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/7589945761260122967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=7589945761260122967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7589945761260122967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7589945761260122967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/03/tastes-like-chicken.html' title='Tastes like chicken'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-4649787830285728375</id><published>2008-03-13T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:48:51.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of the Cuy</title><content type='html'>So today we had a workshop at the farm of a host family of one of the other trainees.  In the process of this workshop we saw a cuy (guinea pig) castrated and another one killed.  They were rather interesting procedures, however I won´t go into the details here as I don´t want to offend any of the more squeamish.  I know cuys are a good source of protein but there doesn´t seem to  be a lot of meat on them to eat. &lt;br /&gt;One unforseen devolopment to the training is that now we are not going to visit our sites next week.  The original plan was that everyone was going to split up and visit their sites for a week, then we were all going to meet up at this other spot for more training, and then during the third week we´d have area specific training (coast, mountains, amazon).  However due to all the flooding the powers that be don´t want to risk sending us all of in different directions, so we´re going to be staying where we are (at least for next week).  I was looking forward to seeing my site, which makes this kind of a bummer, but I´ll have 2 yrs to see it so it´s all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-4649787830285728375?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/4649787830285728375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=4649787830285728375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4649787830285728375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4649787830285728375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/03/death-of-cuy.html' title='Death of the Cuy'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-336657037259111982</id><published>2008-03-11T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:47:26.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Site Assignment!!</title><content type='html'>So we got our sites today, which was totally exciting.  I got one of my top choices, so I´m really happy.  I´m going to this beautiful spot in the mountains near this famous lake (that´s a big tourist attraction) and working with organic agriculture and animals.  Now I don´t have to worry about taking malaria meds =)  On Sunday everyone is going to visit their sites for a week, so we get a trial run before having to drag all our stuff there. &lt;br /&gt; This weekend some of us went to this really neat bee workshop about an hour from here.  They actually use killer bees for honey here because that´s the only kind they have.  The bees are actually relatively docile as long as you mantain the hive.  They´re also a lot more hardy and there aren´t problems in Ecuador like there are in the US with the colony collapse.  We got to put on masks and watch them up close working with the bees.  It took a fair amount of self control just to stand there while the bees were all buzzing around, when all you really wanted to do was swat and run away.  Another interesting note is that by getting people excited about bees in Ecuador you can also get them excited about reforestation.  Saving habitat for bees to get nectar is more of an incentive to stop deforestation than all the traditional reasons.  I guess people really like their honey down here.&lt;br /&gt;Another lesson learned this week was to never, ever have a large package sent.  I went with my language group to Quito because we had to do some stuff at the bank and also one person had a large package.  First we went to one post office, only to find that her package was at another one cross town.  We got to that one and found out there are about 100 steps to retriving the package.  First you have to give them copies of your identification, then you have to pay for them to process that, after which they take you in the back to look in your package and decide how much the tax on it is.  After that they send you to two different places to pay the tax (which can be anywhere from 3 to 30 dollars), then you can come back and get your package.  Ahh, the joys of bureaucracies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-336657037259111982?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/336657037259111982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=336657037259111982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/336657037259111982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/336657037259111982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/03/site-assignment.html' title='Site Assignment!!'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-6126905563675688950</id><published>2008-03-03T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:33:58.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R8x-j0MGxnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/u-5tykq8o6g/s1600-h/pics+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173649225711797874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R8x-j0MGxnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/u-5tykq8o6g/s320/pics+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R8x8zEMGxmI/AAAAAAAAABs/rBt-toQtRtI/s1600-h/pics+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173647288681547362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R8x8zEMGxmI/AAAAAAAAABs/rBt-toQtRtI/s320/pics+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R8x7kEMGxlI/AAAAAAAAABk/_9V2TxCwL1U/s1600-h/pics+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173645931471881810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R8x7kEMGxlI/AAAAAAAAABk/_9V2TxCwL1U/s320/pics+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R8x6Y0MGxkI/AAAAAAAAABc/tFTtNKmun6I/s1600-h/pics+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173644638686725698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R8x6Y0MGxkI/AAAAAAAAABc/tFTtNKmun6I/s320/pics+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R8x5g0MGxjI/AAAAAAAAABU/lSdqqjUkXV8/s1600-h/pics+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173643676614051378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R8x5g0MGxjI/AAAAAAAAABU/lSdqqjUkXV8/s320/pics+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I´ve finally taken a few pics of my daily activities. The church is the main one in the very tiny town I live in. During church services the stray dogs wander up and down the main aisle. You can also see my very snazzy room. I´m especially a fan of the giant panda blanket. Then there´s the volcano Cayambe which is quite stunning (I just hope it doesn´t decide to act up). The last two pics are my host mom, sister, and me having fun with onions. We spent about half the day transplanting onion plants and getting very dirty (me more than them). It was nice to get outside after sitting in classes all week. Although this week in class for a cultural activity we learned some of the popular dances. I now know how to salsa, meringue, and dance some other local dances that I forget the names of. It must have been quite humorous for our language teachers watching all of us gringos try to move our hips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One bummer is that I´m really missing my cheerios. The food here is good, but cereal is super expensive and I haven´t seen cheerios anywhere. You can probably only get them in Quito. I don´t really miss anything else, as they have plenty of dulces here to satisfy my sweet tooth should the need arrive. I´ve really enjoyed the juices my host mom makes. This week she mixed beets, carrots, and berries together and it was delicous. For lunch I have this sandwich/pastery thingy with ham, pineapple and cheese that is also very yummy. So I´m definitely not lacking except for the cheerios. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-6126905563675688950?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/6126905563675688950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=6126905563675688950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6126905563675688950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6126905563675688950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-pics.html' title='New Pics'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R8x-j0MGxnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/u-5tykq8o6g/s72-c/pics+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-7956430409339632355</id><published>2008-02-26T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:20:41.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with public transportation</title><content type='html'>So I don´t think I´ve expounded much yet on the joys of the bus system here.  On the plus side it´s very cheap, at least relative to the states.  It cost us $1.00 to go roundtrip from here to Otavalo, which is about an hour drive.  On the minus side, they're generally crowded and the bus drivers like to play chicken with oncoming traffic to pass.  This is especially exciting on the winding andean highways.  Another added excitement for my daily commute is that the one road from my town to where I change buses is getting dangerously close to washing out.  I enjoy my daily dose of Indian jones ride-esque excitment, although I keep waiting for the day we get stuck. &lt;br /&gt; This week so far has been pretty fun.  Saturday evening I went to a concert with my host siblings.  They told me it would be over late, and I was like, "sure, that´s cool", thinking it would be over around 11 or 12.  It turns out that the concert went until 3, however my host brother took pity on me and drove me back to the house around 12:30.  On monday the agriculture training group visited an awesome organic farm outside of Quito.  The owner was this cool old guy who got fed up with current ag systems and wanted to show that organic farming works.  They fed us this incredible organic meal of lasgana, salad, fresh berries and beans.  It was nice getting to eat lettuce, as we´re not allowed normally since most farms around here use night soil to fertilize lettuce (night soil being human excrement).  Today we heard about some of the sites we might be at, which all sound really neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-7956430409339632355?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/7956430409339632355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=7956430409339632355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7956430409339632355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/7956430409339632355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/02/fun-with-public-transportation.html' title='Fun with public transportation'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-337951905545266581</id><published>2008-02-23T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:33:58.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Figuring out computers . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R8Bhbueae-I/AAAAAAAAABM/pdKXic06uCY/s1600-h/MY+PICS+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170239501181287394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R8Bhbueae-I/AAAAAAAAABM/pdKXic06uCY/s320/MY+PICS+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R8Bgneeae9I/AAAAAAAAABE/0nWYaMcKFA0/s1600-h/MY+PICS+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170238603533122514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R8Bgneeae9I/AAAAAAAAABE/0nWYaMcKFA0/s320/MY+PICS+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I´m very proud of myself for figuring out how to upload my pictures to the web. Those of you less computer illiterate than me probably think little of this accomplishment, but hey one has to take baby steps =) The pictures are of Otavalo, which is one of the tourist capitals of Ecuador due to all the local crafts. We went to the animal market, which was filled with cows, pigs, and horses. I saw a few goats, but no llamas or alpacas. We got there kind of late, so most of the animals left were not exactly the cream of the crop. The crafts market was crazy. If you want a nice alpaca sweater it´s definitely the place to go. I got a nice sweater for $15. It was weird seeing all the other tourists there. I´ve gotten used to never seeing gringos except for the other people in my program. There was this weird area with all these native american headresses and dream catchers which I found slightly disturbing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  This past week in classes was the "scare the crap out of them" time.  We had several lectures on safety, culminating with a bus trip where these undercover cops pretended to be robbers holding up the bus.  Most of the things covered were common sense, such as don´t wander around dowtown Quito drunk in the middle of the night, or beware of pickpockets on a crowded trolley when you have a huge backpack.  However the robbers on the bus is something you don´t generally have to worry about in the states.  After all the lectures our safety and security officer was nice enough to add that these things hardly ever happen and we shouldn´t worry (too) much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-337951905545266581?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/337951905545266581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=337951905545266581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/337951905545266581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/337951905545266581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/02/figuring-out-computers.html' title='Figuring out computers . . .'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R8Bhbueae-I/AAAAAAAAABM/pdKXic06uCY/s72-c/MY+PICS+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-3745612979588969520</id><published>2008-02-21T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:56:27.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living large in ecuador</title><content type='html'>So I´m slowly getting used to the fact that I pretty much tower over everyone in Ecuador (except for the other gringos).  I´m also getting used to being stared at most places.  I went to a party with my host sister saturday, and everyone kept doing double takes everytime they looked my direction.  I also had to dissuade my host family that not everyone in the US has blue eyes (apparently a common misconception).&lt;br /&gt;  This week was fun as we had less classroom time and more farm/wandering around the town time.  The people in my language class all live in different communities than me so we spent two afternoons visiting each other´s communities.  In one town we got a private tour of this religious museum in the main church, which was very interesting.  There were all kind of weird old artifacts and artwork.  We also got a tour of this yogurt/cheese factory that was similar to one I´d seen in California.  On another field trip all of us trainees went to this really cool organic farm that has cows, sheep, llamas, guinea pigs, and a rather large vegetable garden.  We helped make biol (a liquid poop/green material mixture) that you use as fertilizer and pest repellent.  This weekend I´m heading to Otavalo which has the biggest crafts market in South America.  Hope everyone reading this is well and considerbly drier than me (it being the rainy season here and all).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-3745612979588969520?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/3745612979588969520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=3745612979588969520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/3745612979588969520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/3745612979588969520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/02/living-large-in-ecuador.html' title='Living large in ecuador'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-5957176657541928685</id><published>2008-02-16T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T12:44:50.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Washing clothes is so much fun . . .</title><content type='html'>So today was my big clothes washing day.  As you may have guessed, there was no washing machine, just a giant cement area to scrub them on.  The entire process took about three hours, and my shoulders are now very sore.  Who knew washing clothes could be such a workout? &lt;br /&gt;In other news, we finally started working in the garden for some hands on training.  It was nice spending the day outside instead of eight hours inside studying spanish.  Most of the stuff we went over I already knew thanks to heifer (making seed beds, planting transplants etc), so I feel a little bit ahead of the game in that respect.  Well that´s all for now!  I´ll try to get some pictures posted one of these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-5957176657541928685?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/5957176657541928685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=5957176657541928685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5957176657541928685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5957176657541928685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/02/washing-clothes-is-so-much-fun.html' title='Washing clothes is so much fun . . .'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-6704419566947896915</id><published>2008-02-12T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:09:28.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My brain hurts . . .</title><content type='html'>ayyyy, so much spanish!  We´ve started our intensive training classes, so we have 8 hours of that as well as trying to communicate with our families.  My teacher is really nice and patient with us.  They´ve divided us up in groups of 4 or 5 based on our levels, and my group is really cool.  There´s an older couple in my group that has been just about everywhere and they have some pretty funny stories. &lt;br /&gt;  I´ve been having fun with my host family too.  My host mom was impressed that I knew how to make tortillas (thank you heifer) and that I´d worked on a farm.  I´m still getting used to all the hugging and kissing.  I went to a little concert at someone´s house the other night and it was like going through a receiving line at a wedding, having to hug and kiss everyone.  The food is muy deliciosa, especially this hot sauce called aji that you can put on everything.  This morning I had fresh piña y jugo de piña, yum!  Well I should probably sign off, as my host mom gets worried if I´m not back at a reasonable hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-6704419566947896915?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/6704419566947896915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=6704419566947896915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6704419566947896915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6704419566947896915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-brain-hurts.html' title='My brain hurts . . .'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-5252827888853517477</id><published>2008-02-10T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:42:30.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally here!</title><content type='html'>Before I get to all my recent adventures, I have to put this disclaimer on my blog cause peace corps requires it.  So not to totally insult anyone´s intelligence, but in case you were confused this is my personal blog and is not an official peace corps publication nor are the opinions contained within official peace corps info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I´ve gotten that out of the way, I can tell y´all about my adventures so far.  I arrived in DC last Saturday and had fun visiting some friends and watching the super bowl (go giants!).  Monday was the start of our training and it was mostly ice-breaker stuff and basic info (dealing with unwanted attention, safety techniques, etc.).  Wednesday was the big day of flying to Ecuador!  We had to get up at 5:30 in the morning (even though our flight didn´t leave until 11:00) to make sure everyone was ready with their stuff packed.  Then it was on the plane to Miami and then on to Quito!  Customs was uneventful, although the first thing you noticed getting off the plane was the altitude.  I don´t think I´ve ever been that tired just walking to the luggage carousel. We kept hearing this cheering while we were going through customs and thought maybe someone famous was at the airport, but it was actually current peace corps volunteers cheering our arrival =) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;From there it was off to the hostel and some much needed sleep.  The next day was spent at the peace corps HQ in Quito getting shots and filling out some more paperwork. After that we went to a town northeast of Quito which is where our training will be for the next 2 months.   After two days in a hostel near the training center we finally moved in with our host families.  I was pretty nervous and excited about the prospect, as my spanish is not quite conversational but my family has been really nice about it.  Our conversations have been pretty stilted and one sided but I´ve already learned a lot.  Yesterday I helped my host mom cook up dinner, after trying to explain that I am not a good cook but was willing to help.  We had an interesting discusstion about why french fries are called french fries (my host mom and sister wanted to know the english word).  I ended up telling them that we have weird words in english and I don´t really know why.  This morning I helped my host parents pick potatoes (we need lots as we´ve had papas fritas at every meal), so now my fingernails are officially dirty again yay!  Well I think that covers all the excitment here so far.  I find myself smilling and saying sí alot but hopefully I´ll get better.  Please feel free to email as there is an internet café´10 minutes from my house.  ¡Hasta luego!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-5252827888853517477?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/5252827888853517477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=5252827888853517477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5252827888853517477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5252827888853517477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-here.html' title='Finally here!'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-6123512819200394889</id><published>2008-01-30T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T12:40:18.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contact Info</title><content type='html'>So here's my address for Ecuador, at least during the first three months of training:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuerpo de Paz&lt;br /&gt;Casilla 17-08-8624&lt;br /&gt;Quito, Ecuador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letters are always appreciated, however please don't send packages as they oftentimes get lost or pilfered along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-6123512819200394889?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/6123512819200394889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=6123512819200394889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6123512819200394889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/6123512819200394889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/01/contact-info.html' title='Contact Info'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-4223115366405603734</id><published>2008-01-28T10:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:33:59.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun on the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54kFQkjt-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/zFAg9hLeSC4/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54kFQkjt-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/zFAg9hLeSC4/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160601895779416034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54j5Qkjt9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/wcTQesRzEtk/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54j5Qkjt9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/wcTQesRzEtk/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160601689620985810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture of my mom and me was taken at highest point in Texas(8,000 ft, higher than I would have thought).  The other picture is at the&lt;br /&gt;Rio Grande, so the canyon wall behind me is Mexico (illegal border crossing, anyone?).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-4223115366405603734?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/4223115366405603734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=4223115366405603734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4223115366405603734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/4223115366405603734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-on-road.html' title='Fun on the road'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54kFQkjt-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/zFAg9hLeSC4/s72-c/IMG_0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-3247070144334305932</id><published>2008-01-23T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:33:59.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just practicing adding pictures . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R5dpFwkjt8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/kBb7FpK7xUI/s1600-h/KFLineaSurpriseGabbyLaura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R5dpFwkjt8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/kBb7FpK7xUI/s320/KFLineaSurpriseGabbyLaura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158707445834692546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;goatie hiking is lots o' fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-3247070144334305932?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/3247070144334305932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=3247070144334305932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/3247070144334305932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/3247070144334305932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-practicing-adding-pictures.html' title='just practicing adding pictures . . .'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R5dpFwkjt8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/kBb7FpK7xUI/s72-c/KFLineaSurpriseGabbyLaura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-347489951899835025.post-5376255114600836928</id><published>2008-01-23T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:10:33.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just getting started. . .</title><content type='html'>Well this is my first foray into blogging and it seems easy enough (at least at the moment).  Hopefully this will work down in Ecuador.  Only a week and a half till I head to DC for the training, and two weeks until I fly down to Ecuador!  I'm excited that I'll finally be able to feel my extremities when I walk outside.  There isn't that much to say at the moment as I'm just bumming around Deerfield and studying Spanish, so I probably won't post anything till I start traveling.  Hasta luego!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/347489951899835025-5376255114600836928?l=linearichards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/feeds/5376255114600836928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=347489951899835025&amp;postID=5376255114600836928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5376255114600836928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/347489951899835025/posts/default/5376255114600836928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linearichards.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-getting-started.html' title='Just getting started. . .'/><author><name>Linea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00133358372331604218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vw6LpZgxcKk/R54mdgkjt_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/GHAbiZLJNtA/S220/SurpriseBJLineaRock.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
