Riding the Emotional Roller Coaster that is EcuadorQuito, Fall 2012
In one short week in Ecuador I have experienced a wider range of emotions than I have in the last year at home.
Nervousness- When I took off Saturday night for a country I knew little about but had been warned was dangerous.
Awe- When I stood on both hemispheres at once.
Awkwardness- When our group first met and I attempted to converse in Spanish.
Disbelief- When I walked on the roof of a monastery overlooking the city, up into its bell tower, and down under the building to its’ cemetery.
Pride- When I took the bus in Quito by myself for the first time.
Boredom- As we listened to the security and health talk for the 50th time in two days.
Insecurity- As I attempted to speak to local Ecuadorian students in Spanish.
Terror- When I got off the bus at night with friends I had just met and realized my house was too far away to walk by myself, so I made up an elaborate plan to avoid being in a sketchy situation.
Happiness- When I tried to salsa for the first time in a club.
Comfort- As I lied in my bed at night knowing I had a great day.
Anxiousness- As I left for Mindo with my friends without bus tickets or even the times of buses, without any hostel reservations, or even any basic plans.
Confusion- When I looked at the 14-year-old boy who was giving me two minutes of instructions before I repelled down 152 feet of waterfalls knowing he was the only person who could save me if I fell.
Relief- When my feet hit the ground and I was safe.
Amazement- As I sat by a fire with people I had just met but felt I had known forever.
Creepiness- When I saw spiders in the amazing $10-a-night hostel we stayed in.
Confinement- When my friends Kylie, Tamar and me decided that we would all sleep in the same double bed in order to share the only the mosquito net.
Joy- Every time we rode in the back of a truck, speeding up and down dirt hills as we looked out at the cloud forest and surrounding nature that exists in Mindo.
Bliss- As I rested in a hammock watching humming birds.
Excitement- To go tubing for the first time down Rio Linda rapids.
Adamancy – In my decision not to go zip lining after only two minutes of Spanish instruction and watching blood spill down the face of a girl who smashed her face on the last rope.
Love- Of my trip so far!
The cool thing about it is that I experienced even more emotions and did even more activities than that in this one, short week, but it would be too long to explain.
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