I have been in a 3-day-long bad mood and it is just really strange. My friends have noticed, I have noticed. Although I am very expressive and wear my heart on my sleeve, I never really considered myself a moody person. Haha hopefully I don`t come off that way, at least. I suppose part of this is due to the fact that I haven`t really had homework all semester and this weekend I am swamped with it, trying to write a 6-page literary analysis in spanish for one of the hardest teachers I`ve ever had. Right now my grade`s in jeopardy for this class and that equals death to my gpa. I need to just remind myself that my next 3 semesters will allow me to write papers in english and that has to count for something.
Without going into too much detail, tonight I had a very difficult conversation with my host mom that ended up with me in tears. There are many positives to my host family, and in so many ways they are wonderful. I am trying to remind myself that my host mom did not intend to be hurtful by what she said. Oddly enough, this conversation revolved around the fact that I do not always finish everything on my plate (after 3 courses each night) and that this causes my family to feel that I don`t care for them or their cooking. I find myself trying every night to eat as much as I can but there are times when I feel like if I eat another bite I will be sick. I have never before had so little control over my portions. Yet, in these moments I remind myself that so many people have the opposite problem – not enough food – and I need to look at this as a learning experience.
Let`s change the subject. Tomorrow I am going to a bullfight. The bullfights are going on just a 5-minute drive from here in a huge complex that is only used once a year for the fiestas de quito holiday. Two of the matadors I will be seeing tomorrow are from Spain and one is from Ecuador. I am told that this is comparative to a horse race; everyone dresses to the hilt. It will be sort of sad to watch them brutally kill the bulls, as I have heard is pretty gruesome, but I am chalking it up to a good cultural experience that I may never get again. Christa and I are going together… we ended up being the only ones willing to pay for the $30 tickets, the cheapest we could find. Hopefully I won`t be as confused watching this tomorrow as I normally am during the super bowl game. No wisecracks, please. : ) Fiestas de Quito was something I originally thought would just take place on Dec. 5th and 6th, since those are the days we get off school, but I was terribly wrong. It is this like week-and-a-half-long ginormous city-wide party. Traffic is interesting… I spent an hour in a taxi last night to get to heather`s house which is 5 minutes away…and every place in town is all decked out. I am kind of glad that we`re going to the beach on tuesday and avoiding the craziest days of it. But the whole town has a fun vibe to it lately and that`s a lot of fun. One of the maids, Aurorita, came out tonight in heels and makeup and a nice dress and told me she was going out dancing with some friends for the fiestas. It was so precious! I about died of the cuteness of it all and the way she laughed and was excited about it.
Okay anyways I`m gonna go… paz y amor