I present to you seven almost helpful but mostly absurd tips and tricks for living on the equator and life in general.
- When you find yourself riding a high horse, go work on a farm in Ecuador. An organic one. That uses next to no fossil fuels. And has only one almost-working wheelbarrow. Am I making my point?
I think I might have lost two notches on my belt overnight here. The food is obviously incredible, and the people are quite kind. But every single day, I sweat my ass off and am told I am doing something wrong at least three times. They know what they’re doing much more than I do, but it’s easy to be down about it.
Solution: Stop before you get to the crying part, and realize you’re not all that and a bag of chips. It’s ok to feel that way. You learn a lot more, so maybe one day you will have that bag of chips by your side.
- Speaking of chips.. When in Quito, make more guacamole than you have ever dreamed of.
Proceed to eat it on a rooftop terrace if possible.
- Pee on it.
Still waiting for the results on this one. Explanation? Maybe in the next post.
- If you are a gringo, you will need sunscreen. A nice tan is sexy. A flaky, crusty, lobster-like creature is not.
- Realize you don’t have to like everything.
I’ve spent a lot of my life thinking I have to like everything I do. Turns out that’s not how it works. I have no intentions of spending my life doing something I hate, but to do what I enjoy, there are always obstacles getting there. And when you have to commandeer those obstacles, don’t get all tied up in them. Focus on the bigger picture and occupy your mind with what you love – even if your time is spent digging a hole for three days straight. (That is literal, not metaphorical.)
- When your ankles are swollen with hundreds of mosquito bites, put on real pants already.
I more than anyone else in the entire universe hate having to wear pants. Long flowy skirts, leggings, shorts, the nude…. Really, I will avoid them at all costs. But when thousands of tiny bugs are literally making you bleed out, it’s time.
- And on a more serious note- ask yourself which of your fears is valid, and try your best to conquer the ones that really don’t matter.
This is one I’m really working on. A lot of days I feel like crying when I have to make a simple decision. A lot of days, just the thought of the lack of good cheese here makes me want to buy a plane ticket home tomorrow. And a lot of days, I learn some incredible things and meet some even more incredible people and don’t think about any of my homesickness.
My shell is still very much there, and it will be for awhile. Attempting to jump into a conversation with a bunch of people who speak Spanish fluently is my biggest hurdle currently, especially when I can’t understand a third of what is being said. But hey, a third is better than a half or none at all. So I’m getting there… Whether it’s the work I do or the Spanish, I will challenge myself to something each day or I won’t find any destination.