
Every morning I take the green bus to Cumbaya. The hubbub begins in the station in Quito where the conductor of each bus screams to passengers to "Sube" (get on) before the next bus begins to inch forward, shoving the original bus out of the way. The bus is moving yet the conductors hang off the side like monkeys, pulling the straggling passengers on. As the bus jerks around the corner, it is to your advantage to find the nearest seat or you will be left standing, sharing the aisle with a series of characters who hope on and off each green bus that passes, selling their goods. As we round the first corner Manuel and Jorge are the first peddlers on board. Manuel always wears a navy blue hat and a brilliant smile as he lifts a wooden pole with stacks of sweet and salty peanuts hanging from it. Just behind him follows Jorge who sells " 6 caramelitos por ese garganta que duele. Tengo naranja, fresa..." (6 caramels for your sore throat. I have orange, strawberry) he belts as he walks down the aisle, slyly placing the cough drops at an enticing distance in front of each passengers face. We make a right on Eloy Alfaro and a left up the hill. Then, my favorite seller hops on board. I don't know his name but he can't be older than seventeen. He jumps on the bus with six ice cream cones in hand. As he passes down the aisle he offers "helados" in the most deep throated nasal voice I have ever heard. I've never seen anyone buy a helado at 8 am but I hope his business picks up during the day. We race along passing the Panaderia, flower stall and rug washing stand before swerving around the round about, with a statue of a man riding his bike, and we are out of the city. We race the green bus next to us to see who can get their card stamped first by the lady who sits in her tiny green stand on the side of the road. The conductor practically hurls himself out of the bus to get the stamp and makes a mad dash to keep up with the bust as it moves away. We follow the curves of the road down the valley and if I'm lucky, I catch a glimpse of snow-capped Cotopaxi just before balancing myself close to one of the doors so I can hop off at my stop as the bus pulls away, billowing clouds of smoke behind it.
Aside from riding the bus back and forth from school, life in Ecuador has continued to become busier. My class workload has begun to pick up quite a bit and since all of my reading is in Spanish I find it takes me much longer than expected. I have also begun to get involved with a few other activities. I attended my first Rotaract meeting in Quito and I am really excited about being involved with them for the year. Rotaract is essentially the university level of Rotary. There are some wonderful club members who have been so kind to all of the "gringos". One girl in particular, Maria Fernanda (Ma Fer), has gone out of her way to take care of us. Two weekends ago she took us to Papallacta, amazing thermal hot springs that are located about an hour outside of Quito.

We spent hours soaking in the hot springs before heading back to the south of Quito for a very traditional lunch at Ma Fer's parents restaurant. This past weekend we spent Sunday wandering around Parque Metropolitana, a beautiful park in the north of Quito enjoying lots of fresh air and people watching. In the afternoon we visited a museum called Capilla del Hombre which houses the art work of the indigeneous Ecuadorian painter Guayasamin. His art work, marked as expressionist, reflects the pain and misery that the larger part of humanity has endured, and denounces the violence that every human being has had to live with. The paintings and sculptures were extremely poignant and powerful.
While not spending time with lovely new friends exploring Quito, I have continued to enjoy

