View from my roof of Quito at night when the power went out.
A few days ago mi familia made fun of mi hermana at the dinner table because of her weight. She’s overweight, and my family pokes fun at her a lot, and she doesn’t like it. This time she cried and left the table, and I felt so bad for her. It’s normal for people to say, oh, ella es bien gordita (she’s chubby, I guess is the translation), but for the tender age of 11, it’s terrible. I wish the family would do more constructive things, like stop frying so much food and having family hikes, but everyone just makes fun of her. Unfortunately, I really can’t do much.
I haven’t written much because life is starting to feel normal. Go to school, volunteer, repeat for a week. This weekend was pretty exciting though. I went to La Mariscal with a bunch of friends, where we danced at a few bars and ended up at a house party. It was a lot of fun, but the blonde hair attracts a little too much attention. It was fun talking to Ecuadorians in a social setting, although loud music makes for difficult communication.
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