Ahhhhhh. I haven’t been doing very much the past couple days since I sprained my ankle on Wednesday. It’s not that bad for a sprained ankle, which is great, but its still swollen and bruised. Pier, in our group, leads outdoorsy things at his college and part of his training is “mountain medicine” for climbers, so he’s been checking it. I’ve been trying to keep it elevated and iced a lot, but it’s so hard since it’s very very boring to lay here with my foot up for hours. I think it makes me more tired too since I’m worrying about it.
Tomorrow we’re going to Quito with our class, and I’m a little nervous since we’ll be walking around a museum, and I don’t want to make my ankle any worse. We’re going to the cloud forest this weekend and it sounds like the most amazing place ever, so I don’t want to miss out on anything, especially hiking. They have an organic garden and excellent food and, according to one of our academic directors, “the best guacamole south of Chiapas” if the avocados are ripe. And there are waterfalls and lots of rare birds. There’s not much electricity so it’s really basic but that’s just what I would like for now. I thought the valley would be a lot more rural, I’m a little disappointed it is so close to Quito. One of our workshop things is something like “observation and painting” so I’m really excited for that.
I’m soooooo upset with myself for doing this to my ankle. It was so stupid, too. We were playing Simon Says in my Spanish class and we had to run around the building and the floor was slippery so I fell. It wasn’t that bad, but I guess I twisted my ankle weird. It didn’t hurt that much at first, but I thought I was going to faint a few hours later. I still walked to the bus but I shouldn’t have. I wish my host mom would offer to drive me sometimes but she only offered the first morning and even then she didn’t end up doing it. I like my host mom, but I’m definitely jealous of some other people’s host families. Mine has already had so many host people that it’s not so personal anymore and I’m not very interesting for them, especially with the language barrier. Some other people’s host families are hosting for their first or second time and they take their students to cool places and talk to them all the time and make them feel really welcome. Also, most students have host siblings that are within a year of their age and my closest is 17, which seems really young to me since she’s still in high school.
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