Quick story. We had intercambios (exchanges) this week. I hopped on the bus and fled to a town called Pasaje for two days. Super fun, learned toooonns. Pero, one day we were in a little pueblo trying to find a reference. It had rained a lot that day and we were walking (slipping/sliding) at snails pace in the super muddy path. A older lady came up behind us laughing (of course, she was holding a baby wearing flip flops and walking gracefully). We started talking to her and found out that she was a member of the church. We wanted to visit her later in the week so she decided to show us how to get to her house. Luckily, her house was only about one hundred miles deep into the banana plants of Ecuador. After, she told us a "faster way" to get back to the pueblo. We followed her directions and walked for about three days in the middle of nowhere...I think we trekked into a bit of the Amazon. I was laughing because I was getting tired and my companion called the hermana that we were talking to "hermana arroz (rice)" on accident and it was so funny to me (the littlest things are funny on the mish). But the weird part is that about in the middle of this journey, all of a sudden, we heard the same ringtone of the cellphone from Jurassic Park...you know just before the giant dinosaur appears from the trees. My companion and I looked at each other and accepted the fact that maybe we were going to be missionaries for a lot longer than 18 months and we had just received our new calling to the spirit world. All of this is an exaggeration of course and eventually we made it out alive...but I´m still confused and I just wanna know how in the world....jaja
But yeah that random story is all I´m going to write for this week...here´s a pic from our trek, (before I slipped in the mud and got it evvverrrywhere)
