The day started out as normal with a breakfast of tea and bread. To start the day, I worked with the seventh graders. They were playing a game when I got there. Eighth graders had workbook exercises, which I had to help them with. Ninth graders’ workbook activities ended up evolving into the planning of a party that may or may not take place on Friday. The teacher said it could be because I was leaving the country. I suggested instead it could be as an end of the semester celebration.
Speaking of that, I really don’t want any sort of send off. I have never been one for wanted to be the center of attention. All I know is there have been some weird whispers that I hope that don’t turn into anything.
In the middle of all this, every class (and the teachers) is practicing dances for the festival that is happening on Saturday. I am so sad I am going to miss it. There is going to be tons of food, music, dancing, and other activities for the community. It sounds like it is going to be a blast! However I will be waiting for my plane to take off when it begins.
On that note, tenth graders’ class switched from the speaking portion of the exam to workbook exercises to practicing their samba for the event this weekend. I can commiserate with those students who you could tell despised every minute of it. I have no rhythm at all.
For lunch, I had soup, choclo, beef, rice, a potato and a cheese pancake, and a small salad of tomato and onion. I am going to miss all the fresh foods when I leave. I am definitely going to try to make things like ceviche when I get home.
I headed home after taking a short walk around the city. I passed a really cute bookstore I have never seen before. There were a lot of English-speaking people inside, so I’m not really sure what was up with that. There were like whole families with children. Even the woman working at the counter spoke English, but with what sounded like a Northern European accent. I also went into the church, meditated for a bit, and took a couple of pictures. I will try to take more tomorrow. Hopefully there will be more sun to show the beauty of the pictures and altar.
I have so much I have to do before I leave and people I need to thank. But I am lacking the motivation. I think I am spiraling into denial that I have to leave on Saturday. I took a taxi home because it was raining. Then I made myself some tea because I was feeling sad about having to leave. And now I am here, writing my blog post and not packing my things and not checking and revising my to-do list. The story of my life right there: procrastination.
Today was yet another rainy morning. But by noon, the weather had turned sunny and cheerful. After a very fast breakfast (I was running late this morning), Juan drove me to school. Eighth graders started my day. When I get there, class is already always in session (classes begin at 7:20am), so I only help out with the second part of the first class. They were doing the last of their workbook exercises when I arrived, because, believe it or not, final exams are next week! My favorite little student was there. I wish I could give the students who have potential, but are easily distracted, more one on one attention in a quiet environment. Unfortunately, however, we do not really have the time for that.
Then was grade nine. They are also finishing up the end of their book, as are my seventh graders. Since seventh grade only meets three times a week, there is even less time to prepare for the final exam. They were also distracted at the beginning of class with a jar full of glitter glue. Which they thought would be good to paint all over my hands and face. Finally, grade ten started the speaking portion of their final exam. However, we kept being interrupted by various people making announcements, so we didn’t get too far into the exams.
One of the announcements was about a festival that is happening at the school on Saturday.
Back to the tenth graders. At the end of class Sr. Rosita came in to talk to them about final exams. I was a little bit distracted by people asking me questions, but if I saw correctly, at least the tenth graders get to make their own schedule for final exams. They don’t get to make individual schedules, but they decide as a class when they want each exam. This is so different than what I was used to in middle and high school. When we had midterm and final exams, you didn’t get a choice. If you had two really tough subjects on one day, it was basically like “tough luck.”
I had a lovely conversation with Rosa. We talked about what is happening later in the week and how I met her son who works at the radio. I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned it already, but everyone in Baños is related. All people you encounter are cousins (well, not literally, but it sometimes feels like that). Anyways, lunch today was soup, avocado, spaghetti, rice, carrot salad, an orange, and apple yogurt.
Now I have classes with my favorite eleven and twelve year olds. I brought my computer to school today because I to download some photos and videos from this weekend from Sr. Teresa’s computer.
Later: After classes (where we talked about their dream vacations), I did a little bit of shopping. Then I was lazy and took a taxi home. When I got home, I had to throw in a load of laundry immediately, because it gets dark at 6:30 here. At exactly 6:30 pm each day, without fail, the sun disappears behind the mountains. After I hung up my clothes in the waning light of day, I found a giant black spider on my laundry bag. I ended up throwing the giant tub on top of it. It wasn’t the most humane thing to do, but I was a bit freaked out.
Some pictures from this afternoon:
After my laundry was finished, I had a small dinner of bread and Nutella and tea with sugar with Sr. Marielena and Juan. I was a bit of an idiot and also in my own world and somehow managed to say “Buenos dias” instead of “Buenas noches” when I entered the kitchen. Juan thought it was funny, saying “Interesante.” I was just embarrassed. What can you do though?
I still have so much to do this week to get ready for my departure. So many thank you notes to write, and small parting gifts to give. I am so not ready to leave yet. I have thoroughly enjoyed every moment of my time here, living, praying, laughing, and working with so many genuinely amazing people. People keep telling me Ecuador is a place that once you come here, you will always return at a later date. I hope that holds true for me!
It was yet another rainy morning when I woke up. Breakfast was a roll with Nutella, tomato juice, a banana, egg, and Colombian flat bread made with corn. So much food!
So today is the World Cup match between Ecuador and Suiza (Switzerland). Everywhere in the center of the city were people wearing their bright yellow, blue, and red jerseys. While walking to church in the rain, I even saw my tenth graders adorned in their team’s colors. They offered me food, but I had to decline, telling them I had just eaten.
Today I attended the 9am Mass. I like this one because Mariela sings at this time with members of her youth group, K and J. Afterwards, I walked home, as the rain had stopped for a bit.
I wanted to do laundry, but it is sprinkling out and there are already dozens of sheets on the on the clothes lines that are sheltered from the weather. I guess I will do it tomorrow. Instead, I am catching up on writing a week’s worth of blog posts and continuing to not clean my room.
As I was writing this blog post, the dogs killed yet another kitten. Nobody except me and the two little girls who live here seem too worked up about the situation. Apparently this is a normal occurrence here.
In a minute, I am going to meet Mariana because I said I would meet her at her house at 2pm to go to the youth group in San Francisco.
Later: So before I left for Mariana’s house, I ate a lunch of beef, a potato, a bit of avocado and tomato, and a delicious piece of “torta.” I ended up meeting Mariela and Mariana at Eliana’s house. From there, it was straight to the bus station to pick up the bus to San Francisco. By the time I got on, there we no more seats left. So I had to stand the entire forty minute journey. I don’t mind standing too much, but the twists and turns in the mountain roads can really throw you off balance.
Since it had turned into a beautiful day, the journey was a lot quicker and more pleasurable than my last experience getting to and from San Francisco. The group started at 3:30pm and we covered the same topic as with the youth group in Baños: forgiveness. The children watched part of a movie about forgiveness.
After a final reflection and prayer, we barely caught a passing bus on its way to Baños. When we got back to their house, I was able to Skype with my grandparents and father because there is Internet there. Then I agreed to accompany Mariana to the 7pm Mass.
What I didn’t know was that we’d be sitting on the side of the altar. But Mariana told me since it was my last Sunday here that I had to sit there at least for the experience. It was a much more peaceful experience, since normally, I have been squished into a tiny bench with a dozen other people. Every Mass, no matter the time, is always completely full. And this is no small little chapel.
After Mass, we were both a bit hungry, so we wandered around looking for someplace good to eat. Since it was Sunday night, a lot of places were closed. Finally we found a burger place that is known locally for its good food. We both got really delicious burgers with all the toppings and fries.
As we ate them in the glow of the church at night, talking about what things we like the most in Baños. For me, it is the people I have met and the beautiful landscape. But I am definitely going to miss the people the most when I have to leave on Saturday.
We stopped by Eliana’s house for a few minutes, where D ate the rest of our French fries. He is just the cutest thing. He saw me on the street the other day when he was with his grandma and ran up to me to say hello. His mom says he is fascinated by my hair.
Then I took a taxi home, where I found the water in bathroom was not working. And now I am trying to finish my blog posts and not fall asleep at the same time. It’s a challenge though. I think I will go to bed soon.
So this morning, after a quick breakfast of bread and Nutella, the sisters were at the center at 9am to pick me up. First stop of the day was to look at one of the nearby waterfalls (cascadas). We parked at a canopying site to get a better view of the cascadas. When I was climbing the stairs, someone asked for a picture with me and his son. It was a bit weird. I’m pretty sure it was because of my red hair and ghostly pale skin. I definitely stick out as unusual in Ecuador. I don’t know whether to be flattered by people’s reactions to me or if I should be more cautious.
But before I knew it, I was being convinced by the sisters to try canopying! What is canopying, you might ask? Essentially, it is zip-lining, but instead of through a forest, the cable is suspended (at least in my case) across a raging river and two gigantic waterfalls. I almost chickened out but then I remembered Mariana’s words about saying yes to more things. I knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that I could not miss.
In a matter of minutes, I was being strapped into a harness, had a helmet put on my head, and was wearing gloves in case I got stuck. I chose not to hang upside down by my feet, instead choosing a flying position where, as Sr. Rossana said, I “looked like a condor.”
The experience itself was completely amazing. I only wish it could have lasted a little bit longer. They asked me if I wanted to canopy back, but I chose the gated people-mover instead. It’s not that I didn’t want to canopy back, but I wanted to savor the scenery and the trip back at a slower pace.
After that, we drove to a waterfall named El Paílón del Diablo. It is a magnificent site to behold. It is one of the largest in the area. It is located at a beautiful tropical-like park. The strength of the waterfall is unbelievable. In some places, the energy produced by the water is used to harness electricity. It’s not the case here, but the waterfall sure does have a lot of power! It started to pour just as we were leaving, so we had to pull out the ponchos as we sprinted back to the car!
Then it was on to Puyo, with a couple of stops in towns along the way (including many for photo ops!). Puyo and its surrounding towns mark the beginning of what is called el Oriente. The landscape is much different here than in Baños. There are no mountains, as the land flattens out. It is also more humid here, there are more tropical plants, and it rains a lot more (who knew!)
When we got to Puyo, it started to downpour, and unfortunately we were caught outside in the storm. But luckily, we had ponchos! We ran to the truck in the torrential rains, but were still drenched. Here is a picture of me in the storm.
We had a terrific lunch at a seafood restaurant. I had shrimp, rice, French fries, salad, and pineapple juice. I am going to have to try to make the juices when I am home, because they are just so good. I need to buy a good blender first though! I am also going to crave ceviche. Maybe I should get the recipe before I leave.
After lunch was a stop at a local zoo for birds, called Parque Real. It had hundreds of birds, including a kind of depressed ostrich, macaws, and, interesting enough, some Mallard ducks (of which there are hundred in Watertown, Massachusetts). The aviary was really beautiful and well cared for. There were also many types of exotic plants that lined the stone pathways.
Then we headed back through Baños to the volcano Tungurahua. Sr. Rossana showed me the places that have been carved into the earth to guide the flow of lava. We also looked at the volcanic soil. It is much darker and richer than the soil I am used to.
Finally at around 6:00pm, the sisters dropped me off at el Centro. Here I had a dinner of bread with cheese, soup, and tea.
I actually fell asleep around 8:00 pm, like a little kid, because I was so tired after such an eventful day! I am so grateful to the sisters for taking me on this trip!
Well, today was certainly an eventful day. I woke up at 6:00 am, because there is a bell right outside my window, and the group of men were signaling an hour until Mass. So not the most pleasant way to be woken up, but I grinned and bore it. I got ready for the day, and then ate a quick breakfast of an egg. I walked again this morning because things are still chaotic at the center with the group of men staying here.
I had classes during the day, but no extra classes in the afternoon, which meant I could head home at 1:30 pm (I had plans to meet Mariana later in the afternoon). I had a lunch of rice, tuna, tomato, bread, and rolls. I am going to miss Ecuadorian bread when I am gone. It is just so delicious! Mariana thinks I can pack my suitcase with bread, but I don’t know how well it will hold up on the trip.
Afterwards, I was in my room, cleaning up a bit, when I heard a terrific racket outside my window. I looked and saw four small dogs had made it on to the center’s property. They were chasing some adult cats, which I was a little bit concerned about. Then I saw they were chasing the kittens too. And before I knew it the three dogs were shaking something on the ground. I ran outside and could not see anything. So I knocked on Sr. Marielena’s door and she came outside with me. We couldn’t find anything, so she returned inside. However, I looked around a bit more more. Unfortunately, I then found the body of a dead kitten where I had seen the dogs shaking something before.
I alerted Sr. Marielena and she made sure the kitten was properly buried. I’m not sure how many kittens the dogs killed, and I’m not sure I want to know. Afterwards, I saw the mother cat looking at the body of her dead kitten. That’s when I felt really sad. It’s just so different than in the United States. There are hundreds of dogs and cats that roam free and unchecked. These little white fluffballs which would be named ‘Snowball’ and ‘Mr. Fluffy’ at home, are essentially wild animals here.
Well, I literally felt traumatized after witnessing such a horrific act of violence (in my opinion). I decided to take a shower, and by some miracle turned the faucets in the right combination that I got hot water. Like actual hot water. It was my first really hot shower in over a month. I probably could have figured it out sooner (or maybe actually asked someone for help), but it was almost like a gift after feeling so depressed and sad about the fate of the tiny kitten.
When I was getting ready to leave, I heard a truck horn honk. It turned out it was Sr. Teresa and Sr. Rossana from the school! They invited me on a trip to the waterfalls the next day! Of course, I said yes immediately. I got ready quickly and headed out to meet Mariana so we could ride in a chiva. A chiva is essentially an open-air truck that has music and lights. They take people to different places in the city. Ours was going to the cross “la cruz” that is perched atop one of the mountains in the city.
I saw one of my tenth graders biking as I walked to Mariana’s house. He shouted good afternoon to me, and I said hello back. That’s the thing about Baños. It really is that small. You will see people you know on every corner. Or people who know you but you don’t know them. According to Mariana, there’s also a lot of gossip that often spreads through the city.
When I finally met up with Mariana, we had a few hours free before the chiva left at nine. So first, we visited the grandmother of her friends who own the restaurant. I bought one of their famous kebabs when I was there. It was delicious! Then we got frozen chocolate bananas and walked to the waterfall. It is gorgeous at night! Next, we met up with her friend Vivii, ran through the rain to her family’s restaurant.
Finally, it was time to head out in the chiva. Even though it was raining and cold, it was a lot of fun! Saúl, Alex, Vivii, and Mariana were all there. They were also some American tourists, and a bunch of local people. I can see the cross from my room, and it is all the way across the city, so I thought it would be like ten times bigger, but surprisingly enough, it wasn’t. They had a small restaurant there, where I got a hot chocolate because I was frozen. While it didn’t warm me up that much, it did scald my tongue.
Then afterwards, the chiva dropped us off at a discoteca. I had fun there and they played some good dance music. Everyone tried to teach me salsa dancing, but I was miserable at it (I have two left feet). It is Saúl’s birthday tomorrow, so we had an early party in his honor. Afterwards, everyone took me home in a taxi.
Despite the trauma of the afternoon, it was overall a good day!
This morning I walked to school because things were a little bit crazy at the center. There was a group of almost fifty men staying there, and Sr. Marielena, Juan, and a few women who work at the house were all preparing breakfast for them. The great thing about Baños is that everything it so close. I can walk from my house, which is on the outskirts of the city, to the other side of town, in about twenty minutes.
As I mentioned before, on Thursdays and Fridays, I do not have classes with the seventh graders. So today, I had classes with only grades ten, nine, and eight (in that order). In my classes, we are playing a kind of bowling game to help them with new vocabulary or new parts of speech, depending on the level. The kids are really into it.
During my break, I had to take the job of door monitor because it was the day for the five and six year olds to receive their vaccinations. Basically, I made sure the children waiting for their vaccines did not pester the nurses, and made sure the children inside the room couldn’t make a break for it. The children were very sweet, if not a little scared.
After they received their vaccines, some told me, quite confidently, that we were brave and did not cry. Many proclaimed they had been “valiente,” meaning “brave.” However, others exited the room, with red faces and tears welled up in the eyes. We also had a couple of kids try to make a break for it, or hide in the classroom. This way of vaccinating kids is very different to me. If the parent does not want the child to receive the vaccination, they do not have to, so it is optional. But I have never seen vaccinations happen in schools before. Maybe it does, and I just never experienced it. But during my childhood, vaccinations took place at a doctor’s office.
After classes, I ate lunch with Sr. Rosita. We had some amazing mango juice, soup, rice, a tomato and onion salad, tuna, and bread with a delicious red fruit spread (guava). Then we had some extra time, so we watched some television coverage of the first day of the World Cup. Soccer is an enormous deal in South America. The sentiment towards soccer is much different in the United States. In the US, most people are obsessed with football or baseball. But for the rest of the world, soccer is the sport of choice. Today the kids were decked out in their yellow and blue Ecuadorian fútbal jerseys in honor of the opening ceremonies and the first match between Brazil and Croatia.
After classes with the tenth graders, I walked around the city for a bit. It was mostly deserted because the game was on. Then I popped by the radio at 4:30pm to meet Mariana. We went with Eliana to the same place as before for cake and hot chocolate. As always, it was delicious.
After that we stopped by the radio again, went to another office to drop off some papers, and then headed to get choclo at Mariana’s friends’ restaurant. I have finally realized that choclo is essentially anything that we would call corn-on-the-cob. And it is not butter they put on it, but a mixture of cream, cheese, and some other ingredients. It just resembles butter. When I was there I also had one of the infamous Sprites that doesn’t taste like American Sprite.
Then, it was off to K’s family’s store. Mariela was already there drinking tea and eating a sandwich, but we were so full we couldn’t eat another bite. We all helped K with a project for her youth group. Since it is Father’s Day on Sunday, we helped her to make cards in the shape of shirts with ties. It was a lot of work, but we played music and the time passed quickly.
Another member young adult group (and a teacher at the school), Diana showed up as well. The night ended with each member of the group showing a traditional form of dance. I Irish danced a bit, Mariana did a traditional Mexican dance, Mariela showed off some Bolivian dancing and singing, and Diana demonstrated a little bit of Ecuadorian dancing. Then, after a prayer, K’s father played a beautiful song and had some lovely words to say about Mariana and Mariela and how they have influenced K so positively.
I ended up not getting home until 10pm, and all the lights we off. I went straight to bed, thinking that everyone else had turned in for the night. But apparently everyone was still up and when and when my lights we not on at 11pm, Sr. Marielena was a little bit worried. So basically, the night ended with Sr. Marielena banging on my window at almost midnight, making sure I was alive. I nearly jumped out of my skin because I had just fallen asleep. But I am thankful that someone is looking out for my wellbeing.
I woke up this morning, a little bit tired from the step class, but ready to start the day. It was raining again (Surprise!). For breakfast, I had some tea and Nutella and bread. Then it was off to school for another full day of classes.
Grade 10 is working on adverbs, which I realized can be surprisingly challenging (I used an adverb there…did you catch it?). It’s hard because the book teaches that generally the adverb always goes after the verb. But when we did some example sentences, the students kept putting the adverb after the verb, a lot of the time the sentences did not make sense. To add to the confusion, adverbs not only modify verbs, by they can also modify other adverbs as well as adjectives.
My classes with grades nine, seven, and eight passed without issue. I have nothing significant to report there. I feel as though with these daily blogs, you, the reader, are almost getting too much information from me. Do you really need to know what I had for lunch? Probably not.
But I’m going to tell you anyways! Lunch was.soup, a tangerine, fruit juice (the fruit almost looks like a giant papaya), choclo, rice, pork, lentils, and beets. I ate with Sr. Teresa and we had a lovely conversation, although she had to run off because there was a computer class for all the faculty and staff in the afternoon.
Then I had classes at 3 in the afternoon with grade nine. Again, we did favorite hobbies. The kids were good, though a little bit unruly at times. Then before youth group which is at 5pm, I had time to kill. I wandered around, bought a chocolate banana and then mooched WiFi from the radio before I was found by Mariana.
There was a new girl in the youth group, so that was nice. The theme for this week was forgiveness. Sr. Rossana talked, then we burned papers after talking about biblical quotes related to forgiveness. One important thing we talked about was about how you cannot choose what you remember when somebody hurts you, but you can choose to forgive. We also talked about how we need to follow the example of Jesus and forgive others as He forgave us of our sins by dying for us.
Near the end of time, we sang “Feliz Cumpleanos” to Sr. Rossana since it was her birthday the past weekend. Mariana gave her a couple small gifts. There were smiles and laughter all around. After group, a few of us hung around for a bit. Mariela and K sang songs and played guitar. A lot of people in Ecuador play musical instruments because it is required in many schools that you become proficient in at least one instrument.
After, we were invited to A’s (the new girl in the group) house for dinner. She lives right near the waterfall and the sanctuary to Mary, so she has a terrific view! Afterwards, I quickly stopped by Las Casa de la Sagrada Familia to pick up one of Sr. Marielena’s sleeping bag. Then I took a taxi home (and did not write my blog).
So…I may or may not be writing the next five blog entries on Sunday, June 15. But don’t tell anyone. I take notes every night no matter how busy my day is, and I try not to rack up a log of more than three unwritten posts. However, this week was very busy, but also very fun!
After my weekend journey to Catamayo, I was completely exhausted. But as a volunteer, it is my duty to get up every morning and go to classes with a smile on my face. And I love what I am doing so much, it is not difficult to do so. However, after such a taxing trip, I was ready for a weeklong nap.
Anyways, I am going to switch back to pretending I am writing this on Tuesday night. Bear with me as I switch tenses and we take a trip into the past.
So this morning, I had classes as normal with all four levels. We had grades seven, nine, eight, and ten respectively. Workbook exercises and question formation took up most of the day, but class for the ninth graders was a little bit different. We walked to a nearby high school to attend a cultural and academic fair the school puts on once a year. There was dancing, food, and many, many booths. It was fun, but very crowded! It’s a task to keep track of twenty-five thirteen year olds in a sea of hundreds of people!
After classes I had lunch with the sisters (shrimp cevice, choclo, banana chips, rice, soup, and papaya juice). At 3pm, I had classes with the eighth graders. Since the theme of the week I chose was hobbies, I did similar exercises with each class. I try to tailor the activities to the strengths of each class, realizing that one class has had one more year of English than the other. I have read some interesting hobbies from these children. One girl even participates in triathalons!
After classes, I walked home. On my way, I encountered an overly friendly dog who was a little too eager to play with me. He nearly followed me all the way home before he was distracted by another dog in the street.
At home, I had a little tea and some bread. Then, at 7:30pm, Juan drove me to Mariela’s house because it was raining. I had promised her the week before that I would go to the gym with her. When I got there, no one was home, so I waited until Mariela pulled up with the veterinarian from a couple of weeks ago. The radio programs about taking care of animals and pets are continuing every Thursday through the month of June, so the two were exchanging more idea.
After that, we literally ran to the gym, which was in a rather inconspicuous building (Basically, I would have never guessed it was a gym). I am not the biggest fan of gyms, but I had a good time. The class at 8:30pm was a step class (like with a literal step…not the type of dancing). When I wasn’t tripping over the wooden step or turning in the completely wrong direction, I had fun. I made it through the whole one hour class, which I was proud of. The instructor is actually the gym teacher at Sagrado Corazón, which makes sense now. They have been doing a lot of Zumba type classes lately.
After the gym, I went back to Mariela’s house, where I changed my sneakers (and of course didn’t eat like a dozen mini chocolate chip cookies) and then headed home to go to sleep. I have to be up early for classes in the morning!
So, as we were finally back in mountainous Ambato, we arrived to a brisk morning. After crossing a very large highway, we caught a bus back to Baños. We were all incredibly thankful for such an amazing weekend of community and prayer, but we were all honestly very tired and a bit grumpy by the time we got back.
After boarding, I realized I was short 15 cents for my ticket, which Saúl and Mariana were kind enough to pay for me. The trip home was shorter than any other part of our journey.
So, I knew that the bus stop was right near Sr. Marielena’s house, but everyone was asleep and it kind of came up out of nowhere. Only Saúl knew that I was getting off. But being in the back of the bus, being unexperienced with Ecuadorian bus travel, and carrying three unwieldy bags, I did not get up to the front in time. Luckily the driver was nice enough to stop for a second a little down the road to let me off.
When I arrived at el Centro, it was 8am, the time I normally go in to school. Instead, I took a shower, and ate breakfast with Sr. Marielena (who had also had a long weekend. A group that took every single free bed in the center [which is a lot of people] had been here for the last three days, and had been up until 2am each morning.). We had tea and eggs and rolls.
Then after a short nap, I ate a quick lunch because I still had classes at 3pm. I walked to the school, and met my students there. We talked about our favorite hobbies, and I wanted to show them a video of Irish dancing (my example of my favorite hobby), but I still cannot get the Internet to work. I still have no idea what is wrong.
Well, I am going to go eat lunch and go get ready for bed. I need some sleep before classes in the morning!
Ending with some pictures of my room because I don’t think I’ve posted a lot of them: