i'm pretty sure my clothes will never dry

First few days in site, check.  Washed everything I own, check.  Met  ½ a dozen English speakers, check.  Attended fiesta for choosing symbolic mother of community (those not 65 or older need not apply), check.  Decided my daily exercise (walking to the waterfall), check.  Successfully bitten by about 137 bugs, check. Been caressed by super drunk/best Ecuadorian dancer ever, check.  Received the gringa prices on everything, check.  So far I’d say I’m settling right in.

I was elected last week to the committee that represents volunteer concerns back to the office, also they decided I should be the quasi-party-planner (whatever that means… I think mostly it means preparing food for the new trainees, so I should be able to handle that)

I just watched probably the greatest game of soccer I have ever seen.  My counterpart was there, which was a cool surprise, but then he was attacked by the hot guy on the other team.  Also, I think I may have signed up to play on what may or may not be a girls/women’s soccer team.

I don’t know exactly what it is but there is something so much more innocent, humble and sad about people with obvious disabilities here.  I feel so guilty about all the opportunities in my life when I see them I just want to cry.

I can’t wait to get to start some work.  I dicked around in the community garden the other day, but I’m going to have to get some tools if I want to do anything meaningful… plus hanging out on the ground is just asking for bites from bugs I’ve never ever seen before… oh and I heard there are snakes here, maybe cockroaches too.