Things about me that shock and/or confuse Ecuadorians:

1.      1. My height.

2.      2. My shoe size.  I have some size 17 shoes that say they are 49, and others that say 51.5. I have settled on 50 as the size I tell people.

3.      3. I can cook.

4.      4. I’m single.

5.      5. I’m OK living in my own apartment.

6.      6. That my family allowed me to come here.

7.      7. That I am neither a student nor a missionary.

8.      8. I wash my own clothing.

9.      9. How much money I make.  Whenever someone asks me that I ask them how much they thing I make. Most often they say $1,000 per month. They rarely believe me at first when I tell them that it’s $360, and that I pay $80 of that in rent. The Ecuadorian minimum wage is $240, and most people making that live in a house that their family has owned for some time. Then again, most also have kids.

10  10. I don’t own a TV

11 11. I eat meat. Though that's more because the two volunteers that were here before me were vegetarians.

Books

Somewhere in Central Pennsylvania on my second drive from Massachusetts to New Orleans, I decided that audiobooks are for me. Then, it was because I didn’t have to fight off the usual after lunch drowsiness. When I joined a gym, I substituted The Girl With the Dragon Tatoo for LA Fitness’ radio station, and found that I was much more likely to workout.  Here in Ecuador, I’ve listened to twice as many books as I’ve read. It’s gotten to the point that last week I restricted myself to only listening to books while I do chores or other manual labor. This also, probably not coincidently, coincided with the day I ran out of underwear, and resolved that I would do a little bit of laundry every day, rather than let accumulate, but not be able to wash for two more days because the clothesline is full of my neighbor’s baby’s diapers. It was also one of many days that I was exhausted because I had stayed up in bed the night before as I decided I needed to listen to “just one more chapter” 3 or 4 times.

A few thoughts on some of the books I’ve listened to or read since coming to Ecuador:

The Bonfire of The Vanities, by Tom Wolfe, is the single most conflicting book I’ve ever read (or listened to as the case may be). It was bizarre to come to the realization that the character I found least contemptible (none are likeable) was the Wall Street trader who thought of himself as a “master of the universe.” It was even more bizarre to come to this realization while reading daily updates about Occupy Wall Street.

I’ve never been more infuriated by a book than I was by Zeitoun by Dave Eggers. It’s the story of a Muslim contractor in New Orleans who went around saving people after the flooding until he was imprisoned by the authorities. I know better, yet I still found myself shocked every time the authorities (I forget which agency was holding him) oppressively and inhumanely violated the man’s rights. 

I’m not a big fan of the Rolling Stones, but I listened to Keith Richard’s autobiography, Life. He might be able to challenge the Dos XX guy for most interesting man in the world. Do true rock stars still exist? Also, it’s kinda cool to hear someone read their own work, particularly an autobiography, and particularly when they have an accent.

I use Audible.com to download books. Basically I get a book for $15 per month, plus take advantage of some pretty decent sales every now and then. The website commissioned Samuel L. Jackson to read Go the Fuck to Sleep, a spoof children’s book written by Adam Mansbach, and let members download it for free. It was an enjoyable 6 minutes.

Who would love spending 28 hours listening to the oral history of ESPN, as told by the people who worked there? That would be me. Those Guys Have All the Fun got me through being bedridden for two days a few months ago with a 103 degree fever.

Harry Potter, which I first read in college, opened my mind to reading young adult literature.  For the first time in my life I was ahead of a trend when I read The Hunger Games trilogy before it blew up – I’m assuming that is has blown up based on the movie being covered by the Yahoo! front page. The Book Thief, by Martin Zusak, is without question the best book I have read/listened to from this genre, and is most certainly one of the best in any Genre. I don’t have any specific comment, other than you should do yourself a favor and read it.

I finished reading (yes, actually reading!) Eva Luna by Isabel Allende a couple of days ago. I’m trying to sprinkle in some Latin American literature, being that I, you know, live in Latin America. I’ve previously read Love in the time of Cholera (loved it) and 100 Years of Solitude (meh) by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I’m rereading Love in the Time of Cholera in Spanish right now, but it’s a painstakingly slow process. If I read something by Mario Vargas Llosa I’ll have covered the three major Latin American authors that I can name. In Quito and Cuenca, and probably Guayaquil, books in English are available. Recommendations anyone?

A few months ago a former Peace Corps volunteer recommended comics as a great way to learn a language. You have a visual element that helps you understand what you’re reading, and the language is more colloquial and every day than what you get in classes. My neighbor has a collection of Condórito a short weekly comic that comes in one of the papers. They are pretty useful for language learning, but not particularly interesting comics. If one were to be thinking about useful presents for an upcoming holiday, the present paragraph could be used to inform his or her decision…

Mosquitoes

Mosquitoes are a constant presence here in Arenillas, but get worse around this time of year. I’m told that it’s because the hot season is starting, but there have been crazy amounts of mosquitoes the past week even though the temperature hasn’t changed. There are two mosquito borne diseases to worry about here, Malaria and Dengue Fever.  The first few moths I was here I was trying to catch Dengue and get it over with. At the time I was living with my host family and had an air conditioner and had my own bathroom 4 feet from my bed. All of the volunteers in my immediate vicinity have had it, so I thought of it as inevitable, and you develop a resistance to the strain that you catch. You are still susceptible to other strains of the virus, and the consequences get more severe when as you collect more stamps on your “different strains of dengue” punch card, but my understanding is that you have to travel somewhere else to be exposed to it. I’m taking pills to prevent Malaria, so I’m not too concerned about that.

Being that I’ve made it this far, I no longer have any desire to catch dengue. Until the recent influx, I had developed an adequate mosquito management system in which I would leave the door to my bathroom open during the day. The mosquitoes would fly in, attracted to the darkness and slightly warmer temperature, and I would shut them in when I got home.  Every now and then I would put on some music and slaughter them (think Willam Defoe investigating a crime scene in Boondock Saints), leaving their bodies sticking to the walls where the ants would clean them off.  Symbiosis!  It’s quite easy to slaughter mosquitoes in a 5’x5’ space.  

Left Hand, Post Massacre

Right Hand, Post Massacre

Unfortunately, this is no longer an adequate solution. I have undertaken a project to mosquitoproof my apartment. The major problem area is the four inch gap between my wall and the roof. To close this gap I cut a mosquito net into strips, and attached them to a chord that goes over the beams, clipping the bottom of the net to the beam that runs along the top of the wall. Being woken up by high pitched buzzing three of the past four nights has also motivated me to finally put a mosquito net up over my bed.

The problem now is that when I got home at dusk yesterday, there were about 30 mosquitoes trapped in trying to leave my apartment.

No Hay Agua

Escuela Juan Montalvo, one of the schools where I have a garden project, is located on the top of one of the hills here in town. We did a lot of work to prepare the garden for planting, which we did two weeks ago.  First we had to clean the location. Then we had to level it. I asked the dept of public works to give us a half a dumptruck of fill that they were hauling away from another worksite. Then we had to get actually plantable soil. The teacher arranged that one, and another dumptruck deposited a mound of earth.  The problem was that the school is surrounded by a wall, and the gate was too small for the trucks to ender. Thus, between the two deliveries, we spent about 10 hours of classtime filling buckets, boxes, a wheelbarrow, and probably a couple of other types of containers to carry the dirt inside. File that under things you could not pull off in an American School system.

As I said, we planted two weeks ago. Unfortunately, nothing is growing because it turns out the school hasn't had water consistently for the better part of two weeks.  Water, being a slave to gravity, doesn't make it up to the tops of the hills when the resevoir is low and there is little pressure. Thus, while in most of the city there have been one or two days of outages, none of which were long enough for the tank at my apartment building to run dry, the people who live up towards the tops of the hills have been having to fill tanks in the moments when they have had water and make it last for an indetermined period of time. Yet another reason I'm glad to live where I do.

As for the garden, we were pushing the limits of being able to harvest during the schoolyear two weeks ago. At this point, that's pretty much out of the question. It could be posible to meet at the school in the summer, but I don't really want to do that, and any plans are entirely dependant on having reliable agua in the first place, which probably won't happen until the rainy season comes in January. One more setback and I think I'm telling the teachers that there isn't any point in continuing this year, and that we're better off waiting until next year, when we'll be able to begin by planting. It's too bad for the kids who have done the work, but it's also the only logical decision.