So I just want to explain this real quick. My mom and my dad are in America, and my mamá and my papá are in Ecuador.
Today was wonderful! My family and I slept in until noon, which here, really isn't sleeping in. Regardless, we spent the day at my abuela's house, this is my mamá's mom. At around 6:00, we left, and as normal, I had no idea where we were going. My mamá drove through the mountains as I gaped at the breathtaking views. When we arrived at the family's farm, I was overwhelmed. It is so gorgeous! The house is astonishing! I took lots of pictures so that y'all can share in my amazement. The part that I couldn't take pictures of was outside. It was too dark by the time we got there for pictures, but next time, I'll take plenty. Outside is so beautiful! There is a river that runs behind the house with a little path that runs right next to it. My tía, on my papá's side, also has an exchange student named Stephanie. She's my Austrian. We explored the little path as much as we could in the dark, and as we were walking, I ran into a cow. It happens. But at dinner, I understood what was being said, the jokes, the debate, all of it. That feeling of satisfaction cannot be explained. But the feeling that surpassed that, was the feeling that I belong here. Up until now, I have known that I belong here, but tonight I felt it. I could understand. Let's just hope that understanding lasts for school tomorrow. Inside of me, I can begin to feel the conflict. I'm becoming accustomed to this culture, and thereof losing a bit of my American culture. I have always been proud of being American, because that is what I am, but now, day by day, I am becoming Ecuadorian too. And the balance between the two is going to be hard to find. When my sister and I are hanging out with friends and everyone is singing a song I don't know, I begin to feel part of me pull away. This isn't normal. But the other part of me just marvels at the fact that soon, I'll be joining in. This weekend has been full of understanding which is just what I was hoping for. So I just want to explain this real quick. My mom and my dad are in America, and my mamá and my papá are in Ecuador.
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Terry Rohrer
9/8/2014 07:34:02 am
Abby, we have not met, but I go to CTR. Your journey is incredible ! The house is amazing, and your house parents are precious! I love your stories! Keep writing, you are so inspirational!
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Kathy Pannenbacker
9/8/2014 04:11:00 pm
Abbie, I absolutely love your updates and your pictures are amazing! I feel like I'm actually there! I've never left the United States, so this is a real treat! You're an amazing young woman and I know your mom and dad are so proud of you!!!
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