Double Meanings

I have officially been in Ecuador for 11 days but it feels more like a month. This past friday i moved into my host family´s house and therefore entered a world with NO ENGLISH! I thought i knew some stuff, you know afer tutoring it and living in spain but i am just awful. I never saw the movie, Yes Man, but the title has become my life, since i have no idea what they are saying i just respond with yes and a smile, it seems to be working so far.

Anyway in my host family i have a madre that stands about 5 feet tall and loves hugs (in the morning, in the night, after dinner, before watching tv...) so she gets big helpings of my breasts multiple times a day. Then there is the padre that works making fences, doors, and windows for houses. He does not talk much but is quite nice. I have three siblings, but only one that lives with me. The other two are in college in the main city about an hour and half away but they come home for some weekends. The son is 18 years old and talks to me like i am an old grandpa. Meaning he shouts like literally in a really loud voice and extrememly slowly everything he says to me. It makes me feel really bad for my grandpa when i do the same thing, but hey i understand everything he says :) Then there is the sister that is 22 but she just doesnt talk so that works for me too. Finally is my hermanita. I think she is 10 and i can see behind her eyes that she wants to be best friends but having me as a bff right now is like talking to a happy door (I have no idea most the time what she says so i just smile). Anyway the way i see it is i can only go up from here. pumped!

Oh i almost forgot i have three dogs... boxers... and if you have never been to a south american country you cant get the full meaning of how scary the dogs are here. It is like they all really want to eat you... maybe because they are blood hungry but probably because it is custom to keep your dogs at the level of hunger just above death. Like if you cant clearly count their ribs from a block away they are fat. Its kinda sad but then again to have cats and dogs in america that cant even stand because of the sand bag of a stomache they carry around is also not so awesome.

Which brings me to the next culture shock i got, being called fat is a term of endearment... not sure if i will ever like that one, but luckily they have not said it too me yet... but then thats probably why they feed me sooo much. Yesterday for breakfast we got boiled corn under potato cakes, under freshly cooked pig. Meaning while i ate such a generous portion of breakfast i was staring at the whole pig cut and flattened on a grill, ears nose and all. Quite apeitizing i cant lie. After this awesome pig filled breakfast i was taught how to wash my clothes by hand on a stone. wearing gloves to my elbows and boots to my knees cause its also kinda a shower time. Anyway i realized the importance of being short here in ecuador, because your clothes are smaller and thus much easier to hand wash. The stone stands about counter height to an ecuadorian, about table height for me. So you put your clothes in a soap bath and then proceed to kneed them almost like dough until your madre thinks its sufficient, and then you must kneed water through the article of clothing until the water comes out clear. Which was not so difficult at first but since it took me like 2 hours to do 20 peices by the end the clothes that had been soaking were completely saturated in soap, getting clean water to run through that would be like finding an ecuadorian that is taller than me (almost imposible). so lets just cross our fingers that i dont sweat much in the coming days or else bubbles of soap will be coming out of my armpits.

And the purpose of my title, "double meanings" is because almost everything that i say actually means something sexual here... oh boy has it been fun! They just laugh and laugh at you and then think you like to have alot of sex.

so for those who are interested in sending me love notes, my address is as follows

My name (if you dont know it then please dont send me love notes)
Casilla 17-08-8624
Quito, Ecuador

i have a different one on my Facebook, i think they both work. keep these love messages to a max of 2kg or i think 5 pounds, and dont delcare any monetary amount.

I am not sure why you cant post if you have tried, i have my settings so anyone can comment, if someone is more knowledgeable than me i am going through a series of learning processes. and please nevermind my spelling there is no spell check here ugh

Finally my madre here makes hand croched (sp?) bags of any color and i think she is going to teach me how. She charges 30$ for one which i guess is not so bad but i would rather try to mess something else up