<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:21:11.720-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis Aventuras en América Latina</title><subtitle type='html'>My Adventures in Latin America</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-8756851982988903929</id><published>2009-05-06T10:36:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:58:26.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao, mi corazon</title><content type='html'>And now it’s actually coming to an end. Today we’re leaving Montevideo and heading back to the United States. Where has the four months gone? I am not ready to leave—ready to go back and see everyone for a couple of weeks, but not ready to be gone from this place that I’ve come to call home. It is so beautiful here and I don’t want to leave behind the people that I now love. But then of course there are some things that I can’t wait to get back to… it’s been such a mixed bag of emotions these past few days. No matter what, I know it’s going to be strange readjusting to life back in the U.S. when I’ve come to love Uruguayan life so much. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things I’m excited about coming home to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The food.&lt;/span&gt; Even though I’ve just finally adjusted to the bland Uruguayan palate of greasy, way too cheesy pizza, flat hamburgers, pastas with little flavor, and ham and cheese on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;, I can’t wait to get home. I literally can’t remember what a turkey sandwich tastes like anymore. I can’t wait to have a variety of restaurants and different types of food again, rather than just four or five similar choices at every restaurant. Here at the casa we’ve all been talking about what we want as our first meal when we get home. Me? I want Papa John’s veggie pizza with a turkey sandwich from Subway and a Vanilla Sprite from Sonic. It’ll be a full first few days!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family and friends.&lt;/span&gt; This one almost goes without saying, but pretty much the only downside of studying abroad has been missing my family and friends and only being able to talk through Skype on the casa’s shaky internet connection. I can’t wait to get back to big, American hugs when you see someone you know, rather than the more reserved Uruguayan kiss on the cheek—which has been cool for sure, but it can never replace hugs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My car.&lt;/span&gt; Taking taxis and buses and walking everywhere has been a really cool experience, and it’s been great exercise. I haven’t even really missed my car at all while I’ve been here, actually. I’ve loved figuring out other kinds of transportation, like taking a bus or flying for road trips, but there’s still nothing like the freedom of driving your own car with the windows down while listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things I’ll Miss:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The food.&lt;/span&gt; I know...I included it in things I won’t miss…but in a way, maybe I WILL miss it here. I’ll miss going to the markets on Sunday and buying bags full of fresh vegetables for super cheap, and I’ll DEFINITELY miss Raquel and Mariela’s cooking! We’ve been so spoiled to have such amazing chefs (and wonderful, sweet women) cook for us every day. I think I’ll probably crave their &lt;i style=""&gt;chivitos&lt;/i&gt; until the day I die. I’ve been trying to compile a recipe book from them so that we can cook “Raquel food” back in the States and have those memories from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My friends.&lt;/span&gt; There’s Diego, Emanuel, Natalia, Martín, Matías, Andrea, Mikaela, and little Estefania—the Uruguayan friends that I’ve made here, who have taught me everything from Spanish words to what it means to enjoy life. I’ll miss going out to sit by the statue of General Artigas and passing around a mate as we all sit and talk and laugh. The past few nights have been especially bitter sweet as we all started to realize that our amazing friendships are almost over. And then of course there are the wonderful friends that I’ve been blessed to live with. Living in a big community has been one of the coolest experiences of my life, and one of the best parts of studying abroad. I’m not sure how the 4 guys managed to put up with us 16 girls the whole time, but it has been so much fun! I’m going to miss always having someone around to talk to or hang out with, and I might even miss the constantly noisy house, even at 3 AM when I’m trying to sleep!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SgGWSfzaMsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Bf7pHvNXBaU/s1600-h/May+5+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SgGWSfzaMsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Bf7pHvNXBaU/s400/May+5+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332708678302315202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;piropos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; For some of the girls here, this may be something they’re looking forward to leaving, but I’ve really gotten a lot of laughs out of it while we’ve been here. The &lt;i style=""&gt;piropos&lt;/i&gt; are guys who stand on the streets and have made it an art form to whistle or yell compliments at girls who walk by. They’ll say funny things in English sometimes if they overhear you not speaking Spanish…”You’re beautiful!” or “I like blondes!” They never say a word when I’m out walking with Lawson or any other guy, but if I’m by myself or with a group of girls, we get funny compliments all the time. Sometimes it makes you feel good when you’re just in sweatpants with no makeup on and you know you don’t look pretty but you still get whistled at anyways. I think I’ll miss the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;piropos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traveling.&lt;/span&gt; Here we’ve been so blessed to be able to travel so many places…I hope that this won’t stop when I get back to the States. I hope I’ll still take weekends to go on roadtrips with friends or go camping or see cool things within the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; There’s a lot in this world to see and I hope I don’t forget that once I get back home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We're about to have chapel as a group for the last time and then we're leaving for the airport. This time tomorrow, I'll be back in the States. I think it'll almost be more culture shock getting home than it was arriving here in Uruguay...I've adjusted to it and come to love it so much that the thought of leaving is really hard. But I can't wait to see you all again, and thanks for reading my blog all semester! I love you all very much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;See you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077371287290819432-8756851982988903929?l=morganinuruguay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/8756851982988903929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/05/ciao-mi-corazon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/8756851982988903929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/8756851982988903929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/05/ciao-mi-corazon.html' title='Ciao, mi corazon'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SgGWSfzaMsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Bf7pHvNXBaU/s72-c/May+5+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-4101119543179087803</id><published>2009-04-15T09:21:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:41:03.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Y viajo mucho...</title><content type='html'>By this point, I've been to six new countries in the past couple of months: Uruguay, Argentina, Chile, Peru, Brazil, and Paraguay. I've never traveled so much in my life and it's kind of becoming a part of me now. Back in Abilene, the world seemed so big. I would have never really thought it possible to just take a trip across the U.S., or to Europe, or to anywhere really just for the sake of traveling--in a way I felt closed in. But coming here &lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SfsKo2DoLTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WgcCcckKnK0/s1600-h/April+8+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SfsKo2DoLTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WgcCcckKnK0/s400/April+8+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330866280744889650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;has changed everything for me and now the world feels so much more accessible and real. I'm finding that every where I go, there are both good people and problems, and when I hear about them on the news I really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; them now. Traveling really changes the way you see the world. "Culture" has always been kind of an enigmatic thing for me; it was something that I was always told was a big part of me, but I never really felt it, and I figured that ultimately, people are pretty much the same everywhere. I'm finding that people do feel the same things all over the world, but their reasons for feeling them are much different--and that is culture. Culture is in every little part of a person and it shapes so much of what you think and do, and when you're in one that's different from your own it stretches you and shapes you and challenges you in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazil was beautiful and breathtaking. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SfsJ0YjmV0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/o22bCWHfcAU/s1600-h/April+5+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SfsJ0YjmV0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/o22bCWHfcAU/s400/April+5+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330865379472725826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iguazu Falls was indescribable, but I have a whole 4 gigabyte memory card full of pictures to prove how hard I tried to capture its beauty! Even then, I couldn't capture it completely. My favorite part of the trip was the morning we spent in a Guarani village--the Guarani are indigenous Brazilian people who still live as "Indians" (for lack of a better word) trying to preserve their culture. The chief came out to meet us and took us &lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SfsIjHJ8u5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/QmOfx78Q9G4/s1600-h/April+6+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SfsIjHJ8u5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/QmOfx78Q9G4/s400/April+6+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330863983232334738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;around the village, telling us about their heritage and showing us things like the jaguar traps that they've built, the plants they use to make medicines, and the school they've built for their children to learn about their culture. It opened my eyes in so many ways because from an American point of view, you look at them and feel bad because they're living in "poverty." But the funny thing is, they don't feel like they are! They have small "modern" houses built for them right next to their huts, but they just hang their laundry to dry in their houses and live in their huts instead! Most of the time they don't even use the modern houses that others have built for them because they prefer their way of life instead. It's amazing. The Guarani are such beautiful people and I was so humbled to be able to visit their village and see life from their point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a couple of weeks since we got back to Montevideo, but I haven't been blogging because I've been trying to really be present here. We only have ten days left in South America, and the thought of that is so sad to me that I'm trying to live every moment that I possibly can doing all of the things here that I love. I've been going out with my Uruguyan friends to drink &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mate&lt;/span&gt; in the plaza at night, visiting the markets during the day, and hanging around the casa with the wonderful people that I live with. Oh, the people here--that will be what I miss most. These past few weeks, Casa ACU has finally become like a family. We've been growing closer and getting to know one another and it's been so much fun. There have been frustrations, as there always will be when you're living in a house with 16 females and 4 males (I don't know how those poor 4 guys have managed to put up with all of us!), but living with my friends has been one of my favorite parts of this whole experience. After this semester, I'll be living in a house of my own and it's sad to think that I'll probably never be able to live in a big community like this again. I love eating all our meals together, watching The Office together, always having someone to talk to, and living with our professors so that if we oversleep in the morning they just come wake us up. As much as I miss everyone back home, I don't even want to think about leaving these people yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077371287290819432-4101119543179087803?l=morganinuruguay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/4101119543179087803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/04/by-this-point-ive-been-to-six-new.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/4101119543179087803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/4101119543179087803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/04/by-this-point-ive-been-to-six-new.html' title='Y viajo mucho...'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SfsKo2DoLTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WgcCcckKnK0/s72-c/April+8+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-1860497599055328178</id><published>2009-04-06T07:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:57:17.189-03:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I miss you</title><content type='html'>81 days down and only 30 more to go! I'm actually starting to get a little homesick. We're in Brazil right now on a group trip, and as usual, it is beautiful. We saw Iguazu Falls yesterday--the second largest waterfalls in the world after Victoria Falls in Africa. They were breathtaking and powerful and awe-inspiring, right there in the jungle with roaring water around us. Ever since I was a little girl in elementary school and we first studied the rainforest, I've wanted to be here. Iguazu Falls is home to the largest variety of butterflies in the world and they were everywhere. We saw giant spiders and &lt;i&gt;quati&lt;/i&gt;, cute little animals that look like raccoons but are more like mink. We're going into Argentina today to see the other side of the waterfalls and to get closer to them (Iguazu Falls is the junction between Brazil, Argentina and Paraguay. We're going to Paraguay tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even with all of the beauty and the incredible opportunity to travel, which I have always wanted, I'm really starting to miss home. I especially miss my family--most of all my sisters and brother Isaac. It's sad not being there for Chaille's senior year or being there to watch while Isaac's growing up so much and getting excited about things like photography and music. Even though I'm still having the time of my life here, I find myself thinking more and more about the good things that are waiting when we finally get back to the States. I've been planning the garden that I want to plant when I finally get to move into my (very first!) own house in June, and I keep thinking about how I want to take a road trip around the U.S. with my sisters to see all of the beautiful things close to home. The first few months here, I really missed American food and little cultural things. Now those are all starting to blend together as "memories of the United States" in my head and I can't distinctly remember what Papa John's pizza or my dad's grilled vegetables tasted like--I just remember that I loved them. The things that are starting to stick out the most in my head are the people, and I'm finding that I really miss you all a lot. I'm still fully enjoying myself here and cherishing all of the opportunities I'm being given, but the trip is also starting to reach its downhill slope, where all of us are starting to think more about going home again. I really miss you all and love you a lot! I'll write more when we get home from Brazil this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077371287290819432-1860497599055328178?l=morganinuruguay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/1860497599055328178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/04/ps-i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/1860497599055328178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/1860497599055328178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/04/ps-i-miss-you.html' title='P.S. I miss you'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-4249818666019106767</id><published>2009-03-30T20:53:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:25:53.612-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I've never seen so many llamas in my life!</title><content type='html'>We got home from spring break in Peru about a week ago, but I've finally had time to sit down and write about it! The trip was amazing but exhausting, and I had to spend all last week catching up on homework and sleep! The flight took a long time--I didn't realize it, but the distance from Montevideo to Cuzco is about the same distance as Miami to Cuzco. One really interesting thing that we've learned here: there's a famous Uruguayan artist from Montevideo named Joaquin Torres Garcia who started this really cool idea of drawing the world upside down. After all, the direction "north" is just relative--if you were looking at the world from space, you'd have no way of saying which way is "up." And since Europeans were the first ones to create world maps, they made their land on top. So every once in awhile here you'll see an upside down world, symbolizing the idea that South America can be just as important and powerful as the European world. Interesting, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJRIVQQW_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZHCz2jtUT9A/s1600-h/South+America.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJRIVQQW_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZHCz2jtUT9A/s400/South+America.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319403313464105970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the reason that I've put off writing about Peru for so long is that honestly, I can't think of any words to do it justice. I ca&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJTyu-dzTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9o_seYCa5FI/s1600-h/Peru+382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJTyu-dzTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9o_seYCa5FI/s400/Peru+382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319406240946572594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n't describe what it felt like to be hiking through the Andes mountains; to be standing at one of the New Seven Wonders of the World, seeing a city built by Incan architectural geniuses, a city that was never even discovered by the Spanish conquerors; to be eating dinner with my friends at a restaurant on a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean; to be surging through rapids down a river in the mountains. There are no words for it. Peru was absolutely a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and I really hope that everyone who reads this gets to go someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Lawson, Ashley, Sam, Sara, and Rachel, and it was so much fun getting closer to all of them through our nine days of traveling together. First we flew through Santiago, Chile, (the first of four national capitols that we &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJVnI3LTxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CGnZ3FblI_s/s1600-h/Peru+416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJVnI3LTxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CGnZ3FblI_s/s400/Peru+416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319408240760147730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would be in during that nine days!) before landing in Lima, Peru, and spending a couple of days there. While in Lima, we stayed in the beautiful and wealthy Miraflores district, where we took a city tour to see the beautiful old Spanish cathedrals and town square. Probably the funnest part of the tour was when we saw the "fertility fountain" in the town square. It's a huge, beautiful old fountain where women go to dip their hands in hopes of healing their infertility. Also, the city of Lima fills the fountain with Pisco Sour (the national drink which is something like lemonade with vodka) once a year and all of the people get to drink from it! We also got to go into the catacombs underneath an old cathedral, where thousands of people were buried a long time ago. It was so creepy, seeing so many real bones and being so far underneath the earth! And it was also so humbling, to realize that each of those skulls was at one time part of a living, breathing person with hopes and dreams, and that my life won't last forever either.  Sometimes it's nice to remember that you're not immortal. It makes life a lot sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other things we did in Lima: see the Watchmen movie because movies in Montevideo come about about 3 months later than in the U.S. and Lawson's been dying to see it, get a donut at a Dunkin Donuts in the Lima mall (I don't even really like donuts normally, but we've been so starved of American food that it was like a gift from the gods to find an American restaurant), and went shopping at the artisan markets around town. Seriously, the trip to Peru is worth it if only for the shopping! They have the coolest souvenirs and crafts that I have ever seen at these enormous markets, and they are all &lt;i&gt;so cheap&lt;/i&gt;. I bought a beautiful handmade cloth suitcase and completely filled it with amazing souvenirs and crafts for everyone back home (plus Ashley and I got a bunch of things for our house in Abilene that we get to move into in 62 days!) and in total I spent less than $100 on all of it. It was so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staying in Lima we flew to Cuzco for five days, and that was where the real adventure started. Cuzco is up in the Andes mountains, pretty high above sea level, so you have to be really careful to avoid altitude sickness. We drank lots of tea made from &lt;i&gt;coca&lt;/i&gt; leaves &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJppn-JRcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BK-6VWHAFyo/s1600-h/Peru+542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJppn-JRcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BK-6VWHAFyo/s400/Peru+542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319430273703167426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to help settle our stomachs and keep from getting sick, and luckily we all managed to avoid it except for Lawson who was already sick with a cold almost the whole trip. Cuzco was another world from anything I've ever seen. The people there were tiny and we stuck out as obvious tourists with our white skin and the amazed looks on our faces. The food there was incredible, and people on the streets would come up to you and beg you to eat at their restaurant, and they wouldn't go away until you said yes. Luckily, you could get an entire meal--appetizer, main dish, drink, and dessert--for 10 soles, which is about $3! No matter where you were in the town, you could see the gorgeous Andes mountains in the background.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJhfesR0jI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/042vEGxQ6qg/s1600-h/Peru+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJhfesR0jI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/042vEGxQ6qg/s400/Peru+229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319421303320597042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One night while walking back to the hotel after dinner, we got caught in a rainstorm and it was just beautiful, with the cold rain and the smell of mountain air and the six of us running through the cobblestone streets. When we got back to the hotel we were soaking wet so we all changed into pajamas, pushed two of our twin-sized beds together, and cuddled up to watch The Emperor's New Groove--it was perfect since we were in Cuzco! That movie is even funnier when you can actually understand so many of the little Peruvian details. Like llamas. They were everywhere in Peru! When we were at Machu Picchu, they were just grazing around in the ruins, eating grass and enjoying themselves. We toured the city of Cuzco, traveling outside of it a little bit to see some of the other, less famous but still amazing Incan ruins, and saw an enormously gaudy Spanish cathedral whose inside was completely covered in gold, altars, and beautiful paintings. The only thing that wasn't perfect about Cuzco, though, was that there were street children and people in poverty everywhere you looked. Most of them were selling different things&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJlNy41t0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Nn7OIeYPw6w/s1600-h/Peru+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJlNy41t0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Nn7OIeYPw6w/s400/Peru+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319425397550856002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--crafts, handmade dolls, or paintings--and they would follow you around, begging you to buy from them. So a lot of times, I did, but it's just not possible to buy something from everyone that asks...especially when after you buy from one, five others rush over to beg you to buy from them too. And that was a little heartbreaking. Peru is such a beautiful place to see, probably my favorite place I've ever been, but it also reminded me of how very fortunate we are to have all of the opportunities that we do--and not only me, but almost anyone who lives in the United States and has plenty to eat and a place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending a few days in Cuzco, we took a four-hour train ride to Aguas Calientes, the town outside of which Machu Picchu is located. I took about a million pictures as we sped through the mountains, but not a single one could do justice to the view. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJ37RKyYcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/y5juk2OypZc/s1600-h/Peru+290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJ37RKyYcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/y5juk2OypZc/s400/Peru+290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319445969982611906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we were at Machu Picchu, all I could do was be amazed. The architecture, the history, and the beauty of it all was breathtaking. (Literally. At the high altitude, it was really difficult to breath as we had to hike up the mountain for parts!) We had a guide who was a young guy from the area and he spoke English pretty well. There were some pretty entertaining tourists at Machu Picchu--huge groups of older Chinese people, a man in indigenous garb carrying a wooden flute and taking dramatic flute-playing pictures from every angle in Machu Picchu, and middle-aged white women standing at the Incan sun dial with their hands outstretched, trying to capture the "energy" of the place. After our tour, which was honestly too incredible to describe, we decided to hike up into the mountains to try to find the Incan bridge. By then it had rained and most of the tourists had left for the day, so we were able to quietly enjoy the park by ourselves. We took tons of pictures, hiked along part of the Incan trail, and eventually found the Incan bridge just as it was time for us to head back before the park closed. We spent the night in Aguas Calientes and the next day ventured out to fi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJ7xJ0Kd2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/c-Z1NDeZR-c/s1600-h/Peru+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJ7xJ0Kd2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/c-Z1NDeZR-c/s400/Peru+261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319450194256492386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd the hot springs for which the town is named. Along the way, we ran across a butterfly garden, a museum full of Machu Picchu artifacts, and a botanical garden, all of which we took the time to visit. We finally arrived at the hot springs in the afternoon and spent hours in the pools there, relaxing in the springs as every once in awhile it would rain, and the combination of cold water falling with the hot spring water we were swimming in was incredible. The next day we took the train back to Cuzco, where we spent a day white water rafting in the rapids of the Utuamba River before flying home through Chile (where we spent five hours sleeping in chairs in the airport) and finally returning to Montevideo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this blog turned out to be long. If you've managed to make it this far, I think you deserve this as a "thank you":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJ5TtQSyzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/H1rR1mTvCqA/s1600-h/Peru+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJ5TtQSyzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/H1rR1mTvCqA/s400/Peru+234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319447489350388530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to wrap this all up, Lawson and I celebrated our first anniversary on Sunday! I woke up in the morning to a slideshow of photos of us next to my bed, along with a castle built out of my favorite chocolate bars. He asked me if I wanted to go to a fancy restaurant to celebrate, but all I really wanted was Subway. But once we got there we found out that Subway is closed here on Sundays. We ended up going to a food court instead, since we were tired from walking, but it was wonderful anyways! It's been such a blessing to be able to be here and travel together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and miss you all very much and hope that everything is well back in the U.S.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077371287290819432-4249818666019106767?l=morganinuruguay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/4249818666019106767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-never-seen-so-many-llamas-in-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/4249818666019106767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/4249818666019106767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-never-seen-so-many-llamas-in-my.html' title='I&apos;ve never seen so many llamas in my life!'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SdJRIVQQW_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZHCz2jtUT9A/s72-c/South+America.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-7092002792082536172</id><published>2009-03-12T15:28:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:01:16.987-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La Vida Uruguaya</title><content type='html'>As much as I love all of the traveling and once-in-a-lifetime things that we're doing, I think my favorite parts of living here in Uruguay are the simple, day to day things. This morning it rained so Raquel and Mariela made &lt;i&gt;tortas fritas&lt;/i&gt; for breakfast. It's a tradition here in Montevideo to make them when it rains and I love them; they're kind of like a fried pancake and they're delicious with cinnamon and homemade whipped cream called &lt;i&gt;chantilly&lt;/i&gt;. You know it's going to be a good day when you wake up to the smell of tortas fritas cooking in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Ashley and I went to the mall to find a bookstore so that Sam could buy a kid's novel in Spanish. While he was looking for a book, we sat down in the toddler's section next to a little girl who looked two or three years old, about Adah's age. She pulled books off the shelves and wanted us to read them to her, but the funny thing was that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; ended up teaching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; Spanish! Just like I do with Adah in English, we pointed to pictures and asked her, &lt;i&gt;'Que es esto?'&lt;/i&gt; She'd say &lt;i&gt;'Un avion!'&lt;/i&gt; and point at an airplane or &lt;i&gt;'Un arbol!'&lt;/i&gt; and point at a tree. It was just the cutest thing because we'd repeat what she had said and she would say 'No. Un avi-&lt;i&gt;on'&lt;/i&gt; if we had pronounced something incorrectly. Eventually her dad came over and looked at us a little strangely. &lt;i&gt;'Estamos aprendiendo espanol!'&lt;/i&gt; I told him. &lt;i&gt;'Con ella?'&lt;/i&gt; he asked. &lt;i&gt;'Si.'&lt;/i&gt; It was a sweet and also humbling experience to realize that a two year old here knows more than we do. Even with as much as we've learned, we have a long way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become an expert in packing. Our flight for Peru leaves tomorrow so I've spent the afternoon trying to get everything ready, and I've managed to pack everything I'll need for the nine day trip into my one hiking backpack. I'm pretty proud of myself--I'm starting to feel like I'm actually a world traveler. It's about time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SblZkpfxXLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/g6X1fZeL_Ww/s1600-h/February+27-March+1+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SblZkpfxXLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/g6X1fZeL_Ww/s400/February+27-March+1+198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312375721609485490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just didn't feel right posting a blog without a picture, so here's one from horseback riding in Rocha the other weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077371287290819432-7092002792082536172?l=morganinuruguay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/7092002792082536172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-vida-uruguaya.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/7092002792082536172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/7092002792082536172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-vida-uruguaya.html' title='La Vida Uruguaya'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SblZkpfxXLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/g6X1fZeL_Ww/s72-c/February+27-March+1+198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-5789001710914150042</id><published>2009-03-03T13:41:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:51:49.577-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocha</title><content type='html'>This weekend Lawson and I sat on a beautiful beach in La Poloma early in the morning to watch the sun rise over the Atlantic and celebrate a day that doesn't technically exist. Our 11-month-iversary&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/Sa1VSw1DibI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PyESWPhcmyI/s1600-h/February+27-March+1+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/Sa1VSw1DibI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PyESWPhcmyI/s400/February+27-March+1+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308993316573120946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was February 29 but because it's not a leap year, the calendar skipped right over it. We thought that was pretty cool so we celebrated by waking up at 6:30 AM to see the sunrise. We are so, so blessed to be having all of the opportunities that we are. This weekend our whole group took a trip to Rocha, the beautiful eastern coastal part of Uruguay, and it was definitely the most fun trip we've taken so far. We stayed in a town called La Poloma, where our hotel was on the beach and we could open the windows and fall asleep to the sound of the waves at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have classes on Friday so we left that morning and had a four hour bus trip to Rocha. After arriving, we went to the coolest place I've ever been to, called Cabo Polonio. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/Sa1WpiTdaII/AAAAAAAAAGI/a54BiKuQme8/s1600-h/February+27-March+1+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/Sa1WpiTdaII/AAAAAAAAAGI/a54BiKuQme8/s400/February+27-March+1+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308994807322732674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's on the ocean and it is surrounded by miles of huge sand dunes so hardly any people live there, and the only way to get in is by riding a monster truck or a horse through the dunes. We all piled into a big truck and then spent the day in Cabo Polonio seeing the lighthouse, buying handmade crafts from the few locals, and relaxing on the beach. One of my favorite things there was a little house painted teal and covered in a mural of the ocean with tons of little mirrors to make it glitter in the light. I just kept thinking about how housing associations back in the States would never allow something like that, but it was just so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we woke up early to go take a boat down a river to visit a forest of Ombu trees. Ombu are amazing--genetically, they are actually classified as grass rather than trees, and they have large holes in the trunks big enough for our entire group to climb inside. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/Sa1X44xwNQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Xx0skFIqbfc/s1600-h/February+27-March+1+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/Sa1X44xwNQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Xx0skFIqbfc/s400/February+27-March+1+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308996170565039362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ombu are only found in Uruguay so it was really special to be able to see them. And now I can say that I've been inside of a tree--or a grass. Whichever way you say it, it sounds pretty cool. The boat ride down the river was just beautiful. As far as you could see, there was no "civilization." Along the banks there were palm trees and cows...something you'd only ever see together in Uruguay! We had lunch at an &lt;i&gt;estancia&lt;/i&gt;, a small ranch taking care of all kinds of wild birds and animals. They had a one-armed monkey who had been an escaped pet from Montevideo and I got to hold his hand. It was precious. The owners cooked one of their own lambs for us for lunch but I couldn't really eat it because I felt so bad after seeing them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went to Punta del Diablo to see the Fortaleza Santa Teresa, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/Sa1dNQt0jPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/89C2pgZiaCc/s1600-h/February+27-March+1+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/Sa1dNQt0jPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/89C2pgZiaCc/s400/February+27-March+1+187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309002018146520306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a fort built in 1726 so it's actually 50 years older than the United States! We're learning a lot of South American history here in our classes and it makes me sad to learn some of the terrible and wonderful things that have gone on, yet we are never taught about it in school in the States. There's so much to learn in the world but life is too short to learn it all, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Sunday riding horses through the countryside and along the beach in La Poloma. I've been so sore and a little sunburnt the past two days because of it, but it was an incredible time. Yesterday I had to carry around a pillow to sit on in my classes because I was so sore! Lawson's horse was a little wild so occasionally he'd get left behind the group and then have to run to catch up. It was funny--he looked like a man from a romance novel, galloping across the field with his hair blowing in the wind. My horse belonged to a twelve-year-old boy who worked at the horse riding place; he had received it just the day before as a gift for working there for two years. That's a long time to work somewhere when you're only twelve years old. But his horse was sweet and I was glad that he was so well-trained since I haven't ridden a horse in years. We got back to Montevideo Sunday night and have spent the past two days catching up on homework and looking forward to another long weekend this week. Next weekend, starting on Friday the 13th, we'll be heading out to Peru for ten days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/Sa1foaMahXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/D8YSpnd1Z04/s1600-h/February+27-March+1+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/Sa1foaMahXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/D8YSpnd1Z04/s400/February+27-March+1+148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309004683570480498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view while boating down the river to the Ombu forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have another album of pictures up on facebook from our trip this weekend. If you want to check them out, you can click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2008720&amp;amp;id=1284780190&amp;amp;l=68b33"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaille turns eighteen tomorrow. I wish I could be there. Happy birthday little sis! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/Sa8vD1GjlZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JEZiyg9kbK4/s1600-h/Friends"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/Sa8vD1GjlZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JEZiyg9kbK4/s400/Friends" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309514228533794194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friends Zanessa, Carolyn, Sarah, and I on the beach in Punta del Diablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077371287290819432-5789001710914150042?l=morganinuruguay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/5789001710914150042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/03/rocha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/5789001710914150042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/5789001710914150042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/03/rocha.html' title='Rocha'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/Sa1VSw1DibI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PyESWPhcmyI/s72-c/February+27-March+1+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-7756769886225305874</id><published>2009-02-26T10:05:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:35:38.566-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No puedo hablar ingles!</title><content type='html'>It has been a beautifully relaxing week. It's still Carnaval here (Uruguay boasts for having the longest Carnaval in South America) but this was the big week, the final week, when most natives here go out of town to escape the craziness. Some of our teachers had also gone out of town and we got a couple of classes canceled this week, which was a welcome and much-needed break. One problem, though, is that because of Carnaval week the laundry place has also been closed...so right now I'm sitting here in the last pair of clean clothes that I have, some pajamas. This afternoon it'll be open, though, so I'm more excited about the idea of clean laundry than I think anyone should be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've really been enjoying our relaxing week here. The other day Ashley, Sam, Ben, and I went walking around town and found a pretty little park by the beach with a small river going through it and some pedal boats for rent. So yesterday we went b&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SaaJDlTMPJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/h_aJ1Bd2DOw/s1600-h/February+25+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SaaJDlTMPJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/h_aJ1Bd2DOw/s400/February+25+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307079905547926674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ack with Lawson and Sara also and we spent the afternoon riding pedal boats and enjoying the sunshine. There were little islands in the river with just a ton of bunnies, chickens, and ducks running around--it was the cutest thing! People put lettuce and food on the islands for the animals, so the rabbits were huge and fat...they were actually bigger than the chickens, believe it or not! One thing I love about Montevideo is the parrots. If you go to a park in the U.S., you'll probably see lots of ugly black birds flying around, but here you can see flocks of pretty green parrots! I love the sounds they make and it makes me so happy that here they're flying free and not trapped in a pet store somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Ash Wednesday so my classmates who are taking the Bible class put together an Ash Wednesday service for everyone in the casa. It was really beautiful, and then I got to walk around with ashes on my forehead for most of the day! The people in the Bible class (which is almost everyone except for me and a couple other people) were encouraged to give up something for Lent, and as crazy as this sounds, most of my friends decided to give up speaking English--Lawson included! So yesterday was a very difficult and at the same time very rewarding day. By Easter forty days from now, we're all going to be &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; much better at Spanish! My Spanish isn't quite good enough yet that I could entirely give up English, but every day from 7-9 PM I've decided to do it, as well as trying to speak it as often as possible with my friends. Until you've spent an entire day intensively learning another language, I'm pretty sure you don't know what it means to be mentally exhausted. Learning another language takes up so much brain power that by the end of the day I honestly feel like I can't think anymore. It's so much fun, though, and I feel so accomplished when I really learn a new word or when I can carry on a conversation with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I got to have dinner with the president of the central Uruguayan bank! The ACU honors program paid for Sara, Ben, and I to go to a really, really nice restaurant that served all kinds of delicious meats to have dinner and talk with this economist, Walter Cancela, and his wife, who is&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/Saa2Cq-p31I/AAAAAAAAAFo/RMt62_NjhyI/s1600-h/IMG_1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/Saa2Cq-p31I/AAAAAAAAAFo/RMt62_NjhyI/s400/IMG_1886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307129367915781970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; an artist here in Montevideo. Aside from the conversation being very interesting--I learned that Uruguay's economy is actually doing really well right now, even though the rest of the world's isn't. They have the fastest growing economy in South America and the unemployment rate is ridiculously low, something like 3% for heads of household--the food was amazing. I really don't like to eat meat very much, but the waiters kept bringing us samurai swords stacked with every kind of meat I've ever seen! There was tons of steak and &lt;i&gt;asado&lt;/i&gt; and even cow tongue (called "sweet meat" in Spanish). So it was really fun to get all dressed up and get to talk with such an interesting person while eating steak off a sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're leaving to go on a group trip to Rocha, which is about five hours north of Montevideo. It's a beautiful, sparsely-populated beach area and I'm really looking forward to going. One of the places that we're going to see, Cabo Polonio, is impossible to get to unless you ride monster trucks or horses because of the enormous sand dunes! Hardly any people actually live there, but there are beautiful beaches, and I'm really looking forward to going there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077371287290819432-7756769886225305874?l=morganinuruguay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/7756769886225305874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-has-been-beautifully-relaxing-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/7756769886225305874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/7756769886225305874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-has-been-beautifully-relaxing-week.html' title='No puedo hablar ingles!'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SaaJDlTMPJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/h_aJ1Bd2DOw/s72-c/February+25+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-5958734410623208387</id><published>2009-02-19T18:06:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:21:13.206-02:00</updated><title type='text'>America Latina, Mi Amor.</title><content type='html'>I am in love with South America. I love the people, the history, the slower rhythm of the city, the beauty of the Uruguayan countryside, and the way it feels to relax on the beach after a long day in class. I love the smell of the rain in the courtyard at our casa and the taste of Raquel and Mariela's homemade food. I love the way it seems like there's always at least one person in our house playing guitar or singing and the way it feels to finally know my way around the city. I can't believe we're already a third of the way through our time here. Right now I think I'll never want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to a palace! Well, sort of. We went to the Palacio Legislativo, which is     w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SZ3APcK1FmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/y8RRl7sw5aY/s1600-h/February+18+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SZ3APcK1FmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/y8RRl7sw5aY/s400/February+18+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304607307604498018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here the Uruguayan Congress meets, and it really was like a palace! Uruguay's Palacio Legislativo is the most expensive legislative building in all of South America. It was built in the early 1900's, when Uruguay was incredibly wealthy--even wealthier than the United States (it took two U.S. dollars to equal one Uruguayan peso!). I'm not even exaggerating when I say that all of the walls are made out of marble. There are 53 different kinds of marble making up the walls in one room alone, and all of the stone used was from Uruguay. The whole palace is just absolutely beautiful. We didn't get to spend much time there because we misunderstood the time our tour started and arrived halfway through it but I'd love to go back sometime to look around, and it's only a twenty minute walk from our casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SZ2_dWl5u7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/huQbfK4gyyo/s1600-h/February+18+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SZ2_dWl5u7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/huQbfK4gyyo/s400/February+18+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304606447113976754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077371287290819432-5958734410623208387?l=morganinuruguay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/5958734410623208387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/02/america-latina-mi-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/5958734410623208387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/5958734410623208387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/02/america-latina-mi-amor.html' title='America Latina, Mi Amor.'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SZ3APcK1FmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/y8RRl7sw5aY/s72-c/February+18+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-8059868079390185003</id><published>2009-02-18T12:21:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:32:24.932-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Buenos Aires Querido!</title><content type='html'>I finally have a few minutes to sit down and write so I guess I should tell you all about &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Argentina&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;! We got back home to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Montevideo&lt;/st1:city&gt; around midnight Sunday night after spending the past week in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Buenos Aires&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. It was so much fun but now we all have a huge amount of homework to catch up on. Study abroad is probably the most incredibly fun thing I have ever done in my life, but sometimes I forget that "study abroad" actually means studying...so it's a lot of work too. So for now I'll try to just give you an abbreviated version!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.25in; font-family: georgia;"&gt;In the past week I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     - rode a train for the first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;     - used up a new page in my passport&lt;br /&gt;     - saw the world’s largest keychain and pencil collections&lt;br /&gt;     - walked across the widest street in the world&lt;br /&gt;     - saw paintings by Picasso, Rembrant, Monet, and Renoir&lt;br /&gt;     - actually went to a capital building that is painted pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Buenos Aires&lt;/st1:city&gt;, we took a train to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tigre&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, a beautiful little town outside of the city with a river and lots of craft markets and pretty things like that. Tigre was a lot of fun but I was actually a little disappointed by the train...I've always thought that all trains were like the ones in Harry Potter, with neat little compartments and a lady coming by to sell Bertie Botts Every Flavor Jelly Beans. It was actually just like a subway--kind of dirty and crowded and it stopped a lot--and on our way there we had to sit in the luggage compartment (where there were no seats) because we got there right b&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SZwcjXwGo3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/7exMuR5isdE/s1600-h/February+11+to+15+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SZwcjXwGo3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/7exMuR5isdE/s400/February+11+to+15+216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304145855132377970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;efore the train left. It was fun though and I really enjoyed &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Tigre&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. 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I also really enjoyed the craft market in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tigre&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;--I bought a hand-painted leather purse for 50 Argentinean pesos, which is less than $15, and spent some time talking to a man who makes wooden instruments. I told him I was a music student in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and he showed me how he made his wooden saxophone and we even talked for a while in Spanish! I'm really learning a lot here and it's so exciting when I realize that I'm able to communicate with the people I meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Buenos Aires&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="font-family: courier new;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Making new friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      We spent some time with a youth group in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Buenos Aires&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, just playing &lt;i&gt;futbol&lt;/i&gt;      and going out for dinner. It's cool to see how much we can have in common      even despite all of the language and cultural differences. Also, Lawson      and I made friends with a guy on &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Florida        Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; who makes beautiful jewelry by hand.      He was from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Peru&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;      and spoke no English, so we got to practice our Spanish with him. We      watched him make a silver bracelet for awhile as we talked and he had a      wooden flute that he let me play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spending our free day      seeing &lt;i&gt;Casa Rosada&lt;/i&gt; and the Buenos Aires Zoo&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Casa Rosada&lt;/i&gt;      is the Argentinean equivalent of the White House--except that it's pink!      It's where the president does her work and also where Evita Peron did her      famous speeches back when her husband was president. We also saw the Zoo      on our free day, and even though I've never really liked zoos I had a      great time. I saw an albino walabee and a hippo for the first time...I      never realized how enormous hippos are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shopping on &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Florida Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      It's one of the biggest shopping streets in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Buenos Aires&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and the streets are lined      with vendors selling all kinds of souvenirs and handmade things. I bought      a really awesome hand-knit shirt and of course some cool souvenirs for you      guys! (Let me know if there's anything in particular that you want while      I'm here and I would love to get it for you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seeing a tango show&lt;/b&gt; We      went to dinner as a group at a really nice restaurant that had a tango      show while we ate. Last week at Casa ACU, some instructors came to teach      us tango and we had a blast so it was really fun to watch some      professionals dancing. I really want to learn how to dance like that while      I'm here!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I posted an entire album of pictures from our trip on facebook, so if you're interested you can check them out by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2006803&amp;amp;id=1284780190&amp;amp;l=4ee45"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! I love and miss you all very much!&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077371287290819432-8059868079390185003?l=morganinuruguay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/8059868079390185003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-buenos-aires-querido.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/8059868079390185003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/8059868079390185003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-buenos-aires-querido.html' title='Mi Buenos Aires Querido!'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SZwcjXwGo3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/7exMuR5isdE/s72-c/February+11+to+15+216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-5744251533000607185</id><published>2009-02-08T11:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:51:38.709-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yemanja, Llamadas, and More Punta del Este!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's been another adventure-filled week here in South America! We are having such an awesome experience here--I can't believe we've already been here for three weeks! It feels like we've been here forever because we've already grown and learned so much but at the same time, it is already going by so quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the most interesting things I got to see this week was a religious celebration called &lt;i&gt;Yemanja&lt;/i&gt;. Only about 2% of Uruguay's population follows this religion, but huge crowds of people came down to Montevideo on Tuesday night t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SY7dGjYQQbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wgo2_dIf65Y/s1600-h/Yemanja+February+3+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SY7dGjYQQbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wgo2_dIf65Y/s400/Yemanja+February+3+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300416916107575730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o celebrate and watch the people celebrating. &lt;i&gt;Yemanja&lt;/i&gt; is the name of the "mother of all the gods" in this polytheistic religion and she is represented by the ocean; so thousands of people came down to the Montevideo coast right near our casa to honor her by putting their offerings into the sea. Some of them built small boats and filled them with fruit, flowers, candles and other things to float out into the water and others wore long white dresses and robes and waded out to place their offerings in the sea as well. Some people leave silver jewelry or cakes as well as the fruit and flowers--it was so interesting to watch. I thought that it was really beautiful in its own way, just the idea of honoring the goddess of the sea. However, we went to the beach yesterday after class and it was just disgusting because of all the offerings that had been left in the water a few days ago. So we probably won't be going back to that beach for a few weeks, until all of the trash has been cleaned up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carnaval&lt;/span&gt; week ended on Friday night with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Llamadas&lt;/span&gt; parade. Up until this year, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Llamadas&lt;/span&gt; has been one extremely long parade starting at about 9 PM and lasting until about 5 AM--but this year, the parade officials decided to split it into two nights (Thursday and Friday) because too many people got too rowdy after drinking all night long and being out in the streets. We got to go to the Thursday night Llamadas parade and it was such a cool experience! I was going to post pictures here for you but then I decided that a video would probably give you a better idea of what it's like...I wish it wasn't so dark and the sound was better quality because there's really nothing quite like actually being there. I wish you all could have seen it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-517ed01b27b34b77" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D517ed01b27b34b77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331577865%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D703B985CD4DD56CC16A1490AFCC376BAF8EDD38F.229C098A02A535FCB6A7071FD6CC284E0480169B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D517ed01b27b34b77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE2PgTjudpt5AyLNN4htRet86JrU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D517ed01b27b34b77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331577865%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D703B985CD4DD56CC16A1490AFCC376BAF8EDD38F.229C098A02A535FCB6A7071FD6CC284E0480169B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D517ed01b27b34b77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE2PgTjudpt5AyLNN4htRet86JrU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we finally got to go back to Punta del Este for our group trip! It was an absolutely beautiful day--a nice contrast to last weekend when we&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SY7mRRXwdbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EAlo0M29GTM/s1600-h/February+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SY7mRRXwdbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EAlo0M29GTM/s400/February+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300426995856864690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; were there!--and we got to see a lot of really interesting things. A very famous Uruguayan artist named Carlos Paez Vilaro built a home (more like a castle!) on the beach in Punta del Este and named it Casapueblo. Carlos Vilaro is an extremely respected person here by a lot of people because most of his artwork focuses on blacks, poor people, the struggles and life of lower-class society, and women, and he has spent his life traveling the world and experiencing so many different cultures and helping people in need. His home, Casapueblo, is probably the most beautiful and interesting building I've ever seen. He actually sculpted it himself with the help of friends and it looks like an enormous white sandcastle overlooking the ocean. Part of it is open now as a museum for his artwork but we weren't able to go inside of a lot of it because I think it's still his home. If you get a chance, you should look of photos of &lt;i&gt;Casapueblo&lt;/i&gt; online...it's a fascinating place. We went to a park for a picnic lunch--it was really ghetto and I think that if I had played there as a kid I would have had nightmares from all t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SY7yaTxT3GI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3zu2Vcy8ktY/s1600-h/February+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SY7yaTxT3GI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3zu2Vcy8ktY/s400/February+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300440345259269218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he giant, creepy statues of weird animals, but all the kids there seemed to be having a great time. It was pretty funny. Afterwards we went to the beach and spent another day playing in the enormous waves and working on our tans. Almost everyone got extremely sunburnt; I'm pretty sure we just haven't gotten used to the hole-in-the-ozone-over-Uruguay thing yet! After we got home some of us pushed our beds together and stayed up late watching &lt;i&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;/i&gt; on my laptop. One thing I really love about being here is living with my friends and always having someone close to hang out with and talk to.  All of these experiences wouldn't be half as fun without having these people to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're going to the marketplace and trying to catch up on our loads of homework! On Wednesday we're leaving for Buenos Aires, Argentina for a week! I'm really, really excited about that--we've heard that it's the "Paris of South America" so I can't wait to see it for myself. Ashley, Sam, Lawson and I have finally decided where we're going to go for our ten day spring break next month--we're going to go to Peru to see the Incan ruins in the rainforest at Machu Picchu! We talked to a travel agent and she's able to get us a really good deal so we're going to spend a few days in Lima, a few days in Cuzco, a day and a night at Machu Picchu, and maybe see a few other things in Peru. Sam wants to go back-packing up the Incan trail and I think that sounds like a lot of fun so we're going to try to do that also. I really can't get over how blessed we are to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and miss you all so much! I hope things are going well back in the U.S. of A!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077371287290819432-5744251533000607185?l=morganinuruguay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=517ed01b27b34b77&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/5744251533000607185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/02/yemanja-llamadas-and-more-punta-del.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/5744251533000607185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/5744251533000607185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/02/yemanja-llamadas-and-more-punta-del.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Yemanja, Llamadas, and More Punta del Este!&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SY7dGjYQQbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wgo2_dIf65Y/s72-c/Yemanja+February+3+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-1003444609409470932</id><published>2009-02-02T21:48:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:37:58.818-02:00</updated><title type='text'>La semana pasada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow, what an eventful week this has been! I'm sorry that it's taken me so long to update--classes are finally starting to get a little busy and on top of that we've been doing tons of exciting things every day. So get ready because I'm about to try to compress a week's worth of incredible experiences into one blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with something important that's going on in Uruguay: the entire nation has been experiencing a severe drought for months now, and that's really not good considering that this country's economy and a lot of its people are very dependent on agriculture and cattle-raising. Because of the drought, a lot of animals have been dying, a lot of places are under severe water restrictions, and a lot of people have been suffering. So around our &lt;i&gt;casa&lt;/i&gt; the past week, we've all been praying for rain in Uruguay. And finally on Thursday night, it started raining! It was wonderful to have all of the windows in the &lt;i&gt;casa&lt;/i&gt; open to our courtyard so that we could smell the rain coming dow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n. The people here have really needed the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem with the rain, though: we had planned a group trip on Friday to Punta del Este, a beautiful beach town about two hours away. Punta del Este is one of the most famous beach areas in South America, and we had canceled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Friday classes and planned to go t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;here to spend the day on an island. Because of the rain, our professors decided to cancel our trip and wait until next weekend so that we could really enjoy it. However, five of my friends and I had booked a room in a hostel in Punta del Este so that we could stay the night there and spend Saturday at the beach also. Since we had reservations already and classes were still canceled for Friday, we decided to sleep in a little on Friday and then go ahead with our trip that afternoon.  We took a bus from the central bus station here in M&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SYeOGVKG8aI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6BUCiwYUKVk/s1600-h/Punta+del+Este+30+31+January+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SYeOGVKG8aI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6BUCiwYUKVk/s400/Punta+del+Este+30+31+January+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298359726034579874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ontevideo and the two-and-a-half-hour bus ride only cost us about $7 in U.S. money! I'm really grateful that thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s are so inexpensive here! The drive through the Uruguayan countryside was absolutely beautiful. I haven't seen anything other than city since I've been here, but I'm realizing now that most of this country is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; rural--completely the opposite of Montevideo. There were hills and cows and little houses here and there. I loved it. Once we finally got to Punta del Este, we walked a few blocks to find our hostel and it turned out to be just a cute little house in a neighborhood that a couple of surfer guys from Argentina rent out to people for only $25 a night. It was tiny and some things (like the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;toilet and the bedroom window) were definitely falling apart, but it had a lot of character and it was perfect for my friends and I. We got a six-person room with bunk beds and despite the mosquitoes that flew in through the open doors and windows all night, we really had a lot of fun. The guys who owned the place were very relaxed and very nice--even after our check-out time at 11 AM on Saturday, they told us that we were welcome to stay as long as we&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SYepN64QZXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q2LrPLWRGXw/s1600-h/Punta+del+Este+30+31+January+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SYepN64QZXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Q2LrPLWRGXw/s400/Punta+del+Este+30+31+January+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298389543233283442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wanted and that we could even go out and spend more time on the beach and then come back to the hostel to take showers if we wanted. We spent Friday evening swimming at the beach in the most enormous waves that any of us had ever seen. I don't think I've ever had so much fun swimming as we did that night playing in the enormous waves and letting ourselves get pulled out to sea. It occurred to me that night that in the past year, I've h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ad the opportunity to swim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in the Atlantic Ocean on both sides of the Equator--once last spring in New York off of Long Island, and this spring off the coast of Uruguay. I have been incredibly blessed. After going to the beach, we wandered around town until we found (to our amazement) a Burger King! We were all starving after swimming that we didn't really care that we ended up spending close to $7 on a hamburger! It was the best Burger King that I have ever tasted. They use real Uruguayan beef here and season the burgers, so it's a perfect blend of Uruguayan and all-American taste like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ketchup and onions. I'm not sure if I'll ever have such a good burger for the rest of my life. We stayed up late into the night talking and laughing &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SYeJUKZBwAI/AAAAAAAAADg/feII6lIPvKk/s1600-h/Punta+del+Este+30+31+January+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SYeJUKZBwAI/AAAAAAAAADg/feII6lIPvKk/s400/Punta+del+Este+30+31+January+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298354466104393730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and getting eaten by mosquitoes--I've been so blessed with such good friends here--and when we finally got up Saturday morning we decided to head out to see "The Hand." &lt;i&gt;La Mano&lt;/i&gt;, a giant sculpture of a hand coming out of the sand on the bea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ch, is a famous landmark in Punta del Este so of course we had to go see it and take pictures. (This picture is Lawson and I next to &lt;i&gt;La Mano&lt;/i&gt;.) After seeing it, we all went for lunch at a fantastic &lt;i&gt;pizzeria&lt;/i&gt; called &lt;i&gt;El Mundo della Pizza &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;before heading ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ck to Montevideo. It was a wonderful and relaxing weekend and a great change of pace after spending the last couple weeks of our life in the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not really going in chronological order here, but another part of our week's plans were also thrown off by the much-needed rain. You may have heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SYerO7sB1cI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ruBamZxo7wg/s1600-h/Carnaval+February+2+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SYerO7sB1cI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ruBamZxo7wg/s400/Carnaval+February+2+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298391759653557698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; of &lt;i&gt;Carnaval&lt;/i&gt;...it's a really big deal here in South America, especially in Brazil, Argentina, and Uruguay. The closest thing in the United States that I can compare it to is Mardi Gras, and even that isn't exactly the same. It started as a tradition among black slaves where they would gat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;her in "tribes" and perform traditional dances and play &lt;i&gt;los tambores&lt;/i&gt; (the drums) in group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s. Now &lt;i&gt;C&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;arnaval&lt;/i&gt; has become an elaborate extension of this tradition, with even more elaborate costumes and dancers called &lt;i&gt;vedettes&lt;/i&gt; who really don't wear much clothing at all. The opening parade for &lt;i&gt;Carnaval&lt;/i&gt; was su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pposed to happen this past Thursday and we had front-row seats to see it; sadly, it had to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;be postponed because of the rain. So w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e finally got to go last night, on Sunday, after hearing so much about it and listening to lectures about the history of &lt;i&gt;Carnaval&lt;/i&gt; for the past week. (We even had an influential local &lt;i&gt;candombe&lt;/i&gt; dancer come to our &lt;i&gt;casa&lt;/i&gt; to try to teach us how to dance the &lt;i&gt;candombe&lt;/i&gt;, which is the traditional dance in the parade. That was definitely an experience--it wasn't easy to learn but we all had a blast trying!) Once we finally got to see the parade, it was really cool! The costumes were so colorful and beautiful, the drummers and da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SYethUEG4sI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2Wr5DpNVbIk/s1600-h/Carnaval+February+2+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SYethUEG4sI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2Wr5DpNVbIk/s400/Carnaval+February+2+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298394274457903810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ncers were amazing, and all the little kids who went with their families to see the parade were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;probably the best part. When the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;candombe&lt;/i&gt; groups came along, they would just run into the streets to join them and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;throw confetti at them. They were adorable. I took so many pictures at the parade--I wish I could post them all up here! This coming Thursday is &lt;i&gt;Llamadas&lt;/i&gt;, the closing part of &lt;i&gt;Carnaval&lt;/i&gt;. There will be another parade with more &lt;i&gt;candombe&lt;/i&gt; and we have tickets to see it also! I'm really excited--I'm loving this part of the Uruguayan culture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday we got to try out another part of the culture with some of the wonderful people at the church here. It's called an &lt;i&gt;asado&lt;/i&gt;, and basically it's like a big barbecue. Everyone here does &lt;i&gt;asado&lt;/i&gt;, and each family has their own way of cooking the meat, and they will swear t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SYeMW-6zXaI/AAAAAAAAADo/B1CNxg9_G1M/s1600-h/25+January+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SYeMW-6zXaI/AAAAAAAAADo/B1CNxg9_G1M/s400/25+January+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298357813099322786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hat it is the best. &lt;i&gt;Asados&lt;/i&gt; are almost always done on the roofs of houses because most people don't have yards here in the city, so we had our asado on the roof of our &lt;i&gt;casa&lt;/i&gt; also. I'm not really a fan of meat so the &lt;i&gt;asado&lt;/i&gt; wasn't really my favorite, but it smelled amazing and it was so sweet of the church people to do that for us. Afterwards we had a devotional on the roof and sang church songs together. Sometimes we'd sing the same song twice--first they'd sing it in Spanish and then we'd sing it in English. It was so cool to see how a mutual love for God can overcome language and cultural barriers. It was a great conclusion to a wonderful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I took my first rock-climbing class at the YMCA.  &lt;/span&gt;A few other girls and I have paid for memberships here and we got to go to some classes for the first time this week. Pablo is the rock-climbing instructor and he speaks English very well so we had fun making a new friend. He introduced us to all of the people in the class--all mostly guys close to our age--and told us to speak only Spanish with them and let them practice English with us. Pablo showed us how to fasten our harnesses and tie knots in the ropes and we got to climb for the first time! It was such a workout but also such a blast! We're going to start going every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are having a wonderful and blessed time wherever you are! One thing I've learned from being here: it doesn't matter where you are because if you look at life as an adventure, it will be. I miss and love you all very much! I'll try to be better about updating more often these next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077371287290819432-1003444609409470932?l=morganinuruguay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/1003444609409470932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-semana-pasada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/1003444609409470932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/1003444609409470932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-semana-pasada.html' title='&lt;i&gt;La semana pasada&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SYeOGVKG8aI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6BUCiwYUKVk/s72-c/Punta+del+Este+30+31+January+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-8581467968264354248</id><published>2009-01-25T02:08:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T03:33:43.198-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Futbol y Cerro de Montevideo</title><content type='html'>Today I had my first American food since I've been here and I can't tell you how good it tasted! The food here isn't bad, but it's definitely a lot more bland than the food we're used to. There are basically five things that you can find at every restaurant, and they're about all there is--&lt;i&gt;milanesa&lt;/i&gt;, which is a kind of meat without much flavor; &lt;i&gt;chivito&lt;/i&gt;, which is difficult to describe but it's pretty much just everything strange you can imagine on a single sandwich; pizza, which is huge and has all kinds of strange toppings like palm hearts or eggs along with the toppings we're used to; hamburgers, which are really cheap but also a little different from our American version; and pasta. Those are the staple foods here and even though they're good, they don't have much flavor. I haven't seen any ethnic or fast food or any other kind of restaurants, so even though the food is good--and Raquel and Mariela's cooking is amazing--I've been craving Mexican food and a turkey sandwich. Of all the things to find in Montevideo, Lawson found a Subway restaurant so we went there today for lunch! I was so excited to finally have a taste of home...it was exactly what I needed. I think I'll be visiting that place &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt; in the next few months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night we went to our f&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ir&lt;/span&gt;st &lt;i&gt;futbol&lt;/i&gt; game! It didn't even start until 10:45 at night--Uruguayans' sleeping schedules are much different from most Americans'--so we walked through the streets late at night to get to the game. Some of the kids from the youth group here came too, and it was such a blessing to have the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXvq6Wg92qI/AAAAAAAAADA/cnWoB2IZaK0/s1600-h/Montevideo+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXvq6Wg92qI/AAAAAAAAADA/cnWoB2IZaK0/s400/Montevideo+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295084075101313698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m with us! We've heard that the &lt;i&gt;futbol&lt;/i&gt; fans can get a little crazy, but we had no idea how much so until we were on our way to the stadium and suddenly we were surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of chanting, marching young men in &lt;i&gt;Nacional&lt;/i&gt; colors. I honestly thought it was a political protest, the people were so serious and so terrifying. Our new friends from the church were with us and they were genuinely scared, which made us all scared too, and they rushed us to the stadium in front of the crowds so that we didn't get caught up in the middle of it. Once we were at the stadium and sitting in one of the less-populated sections, it was just fun to watch the fans--you can't find such devoted fans anywhere in the U.S. They didn't stop singing their team songs--which were completely in unison--the entire game, and they even had flares and fireworks to shoot off when &lt;i&gt;Nacional&lt;/i&gt; scored. They ended up losing to Brazil but from how excited they were, you never would have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Wednesday, we got a private bus tour of the city and we saw some absolutely beautiful parts of Montevideo! We got to go to the national cemetary here and I've never seen such a beautiful cemetary in all my life. This was where all of Montevideo's wealthy families and influential people have been buried, and they all had big monuments on their graves and beautiful gravestones. There was&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXvv-F2v2nI/AAAAAAAAADI/QQCsQK0FLIU/s1600-h/21+January+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXvv-F2v2nI/AAAAAAAAADI/QQCsQK0FLIU/s400/21+January+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295089636906883698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; also a huge building at the center and an enormous mausoleum wall--it was so peaceful to walk around and see little pieces of this country's history. After that we went to &lt;i&gt;Cerro de Montevideo&lt;/i&gt;, which is the large hill over looking the city. There's an old fort on top of the hill and we got a gorgeous view of our new hometown. We even met a couple of soldiers at the fort who were sitting on guard duty and drinking &lt;i&gt;mate&lt;/i&gt;, and after we talked to them for awhile they offered to share it with us...it was a lot of fun to sip &lt;i&gt;mate&lt;/i&gt; and take pictures with them. Like all the people here, they were very welcoming to us. When we were overlooking the city with the boats in the harbor and groups of precious little children running around the fort, I just can't believe that I'm actually living here--that this is my home for the next four months. I have no idea why I have been so blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, a woman from the U.S. embassy here came to have lunch with us at Casa ACU and I got a chance to sit at her table and talk with her about her job, and it made me think that it might be kind of fun to be in the state department and get to travel and experience other countries for a living. We'll see, though--I need to learn Spanish first! I joined the YMCA here so that I can take some aerobics classes and hopefully meet some new people and get a chance to practice my Spanish. One awesome thing about the YMCA here--they're working on building the world's largest rock-climbing wall and if you're a member, you have a chance to volunteer with helping build it. Basically you go out to the wall, climb as high as you can, and then attach a new foothold, so you get exercise while you can say that you helped build the world's largest rock wall. Pretty cool stuff. I'm really excited to start doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXv5MR7uZSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NhKVWoRDeZs/s1600-h/21+January+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXv5MR7uZSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NhKVWoRDeZs/s400/21+January+084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295099776271803682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lawson and I on &lt;i&gt;Cerro de Montevideo&lt;/i&gt; overlooking our beautiful city!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077371287290819432-8581467968264354248?l=morganinuruguay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/8581467968264354248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/01/futbol-y-cerro-de-montevideo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/8581467968264354248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/8581467968264354248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/01/futbol-y-cerro-de-montevideo.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Futbol&lt;/i&gt; y &lt;i&gt;Cerro de Montevideo&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXvq6Wg92qI/AAAAAAAAADA/cnWoB2IZaK0/s72-c/Montevideo+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-1646746735036835839</id><published>2009-01-20T15:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:16:34.196-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Es tranquilo</title><content type='html'>I've only had one class today so I just got back from the beach and am getting a chance to relax more this afternoon. Tomorrow night we're going to a championship &lt;i&gt;fútbol&lt;/i&gt; game between one of Uruguay's biggest teams, &lt;i&gt;Nacional&lt;/i&gt;, and a Brazilian team. &lt;i&gt;Fútbol&lt;/i&gt; here is an unbelievably big deal--the two biggest Uruguayan rival teams are Nacional and Peñarol, and people here are serious fans. The other day a man was standing at a bus stop wearing a Peñarol jersey and a man walked up and shot him. At the games, everyone paints their bodies and make all kinds of signs, and at the rival games people can get pretty violent. (Don't worry, mom and dad...the game we're going to isn't Nacional vs. Peñarol, so it'll be really safe!) But we're all really excited that we have tickets to a championship game tomorrow...it'll definitely be a cultural experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cultural experiences, I tried &lt;i&gt;mate&lt;/i&gt; (pronounced mah-tay) for the first time the other day. &lt;i&gt;Mate&lt;/i&gt; is a drink sort of like tea...you have ground herbs that you pour into a &lt;i&gt;mate&lt;/i&gt; gourd, then you pour hot water over the top and use a special straw with a filter called a &lt;i&gt;bombilla&lt;/i&gt; to drink it. It's a social drink, meant to be shared--everyone here does it and it's a part of the culture to sit around with friends and family and pass around a &lt;i&gt;mate&lt;/i&gt; and talk for hours. It has a pretty bitter taste so I've been trying to get used to it so that I can carry my &lt;i&gt;mate&lt;/i&gt; around everywhere I go, like all of the locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting all settled in to Montevideo and I absolutely love it here. I love walking around the city with my friends, hanging out at the beach, meeting Uruguayans, and experiencing this totally different culture. Things here are so much more laid back than in the United States. People aren't rushing everywhere and even though this is the capital city, there's not tons of traffic. Life isn't in a hurry here and the people really have a sense of enjoying life--Uruguayans call it &lt;i&gt;tranquilo.&lt;/i&gt; I could definitely get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my classes here are great. My Spanish teacher is a precious Uruguayan lady named Amelia. She was the Spanish teacher for the U.S./Uruguayan ambassador here and now she's teaching my friends and I, so I feel very honored to be learning from her. I've never had a teacher like her--even though she knows English, she speaks to us almost only in Spanish and in less than a week I think I've learned more Spanish than in the whole year that I took of it in high school. She's planning trips for us to go out to places here in the city to practice our Spanish on actual people and she really makes learning this language seem not only fun, but attainable. In my World Literature class, there are only four other people--and living with our professor is a lot of fun. We have class on the couches in our living room and it's definitely a different experience than being in a traditional classroom. I think I'll be spoiled when this semester's over and I have to go back to sitting in desks in a classroom and listening to lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077371287290819432-1646746735036835839?l=morganinuruguay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/1646746735036835839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/01/es-tranquilo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/1646746735036835839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/1646746735036835839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/01/es-tranquilo.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Es tranquilo&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-3149553871930975157</id><published>2009-01-19T00:45:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:18:13.508-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yerba mate</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was my first adventure with getting (sort of) lost in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;South America&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;In the morning we all took taxis to this big, open-air market that sold every kind of random thing—all sorts of fresh fruit, clothes and souvenirs—and then had the rest of the day to do whatever we wanted. I went with Lawson, Ashley (my roommate and Alpha Kai sister), and Sam (her boyfriend) to the market and from there we were planning on going to one of the nice beaches here in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Montevideo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. At the market Lawson and I got split up from Sam and Ashley for a minute but figured that we would find each other soon enough. Wrong. After an hour and a half of looking, we still couldn’t find them (since none of us have our cell phones here), so we finally decided to go to the beach on our own with hopes of meeting up with them there eventually. We had a map of the city and there seemed to be a bus line that would take us directly to the beach. Lucky for me, Lawson’s Spanish is a lot better than mine so after walking for close to an hour and talking to a couple of shop owners, we managed to find the bus stop. I was convinced that it would take us to the beach, but he wanted to make sure so he asked a man sitting next to us. The people at the bus stop looked a little confused and pointed down the street—sure enough, the beach was about three blocks down and you could see it clearly from where we were sitting. I'm so glad we didn't get on that bus! That’s one really wonderful thing about &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Montevideo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;…all of the people here are so helpful and friendly. The key phrase is &lt;i&gt;Estoy aprendiendo español&lt;/i&gt; (I am learning Spanish) and if you say it they’re more than willing to help you with anything. So we had a short conversation with them and I got to use some of my limited Spanish. &lt;i&gt;Somos de los Estados Unidos&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;muchas gracias&lt;/i&gt;! When we finally got to the beach we ran into some of our friends and spent a few hours swimming and getting tans in the middle of January! It was so wonderful. It was in the upper 90’s and the beach was full of people and things to see. Getting home was another adventure in itself but I don't want to make this blog too long already!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXPtlFmz73I/AAAAAAAAACQ/kJ1CwxHmAoY/s1600-h/Montevideo+Enhanced+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXPtlFmz73I/AAAAAAAAACQ/kJ1CwxHmAoY/s400/Montevideo+Enhanced+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292835208506371954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today we went to church in the morning. Casa ACU's building is connected to a church here called &lt;i&gt;Iglesia de Cristo&lt;/i&gt; , both of which used to be an old coffee factory. The building is absolutely beautiful--parts of it are made of Italian marble and there is a clock tower on top that was a gift from the Queen of England. We got a tour of our home yesterday from Ernesto, the pastor of &lt;i&gt;Iglesia de Cristo&lt;/i&gt; and even got to go on the roof for a beautiful view of Montevideo! It's a very small congregation but the church members here are so kind. A few of them can speak a little bit of English, so it was fun practicing Spanish with them and just getting to know them. They gave us a pizza lunch and we got to meet the youth there, whom we'll get a lot of chances to do things with. The language barrier makes for some really fun times. When I introduced myself to people today, some of them said, "Oh, Morgan...like Morgan Freeman!" or "Like Captain Morgan?" Close enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXScCbWXLUI/AAAAAAAAACg/lIZ-xP8mtkU/s1600-h/Montevideo+Enhanced+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXScCbWXLUI/AAAAAAAAACg/lIZ-xP8mtkU/s400/Montevideo+Enhanced+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293027027582397762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After lunch we went to the &lt;i&gt;ferria&lt;/i&gt;, which is an enormous event that happens here every Sunday. Hundreds and hundreds of vendors come and set up shop in the streets and sell absolutely everything you could imagine. And I mean everything--there was an owl for sale, right in the same cage as a bunch of green parrots, which was right next to a box full of puppies. There were also bootleg copies of movies that aren't even out on DVD yet, rows of antiques, a table full of beautiful old keys, and city blocks full of fresh fruit. I bought a &lt;i&gt;mate&lt;/i&gt; gourd and a &lt;i&gt;bombilla&lt;/i&gt;, both of which are used in a big part of Uruguayan culture, &lt;i&gt;yerba mate&lt;/i&gt;. I'll have to tell you more about &lt;i&gt;mate&lt;/i&gt; later though, because it's one in the morning and our first day of class is tomorrow and I should probably get some sleep. I love and miss you all tons!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXPwTlLS1BI/AAAAAAAAACY/EA1xCk-cUwA/s1600-h/Montevideo+Enhanced+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXPwTlLS1BI/AAAAAAAAACY/EA1xCk-cUwA/s400/Montevideo+Enhanced+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292838206278128658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some of the fresh fruit that was for sale today at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ferria&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I could put the smell of those peaches in this blog because it was so delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077371287290819432-3149553871930975157?l=morganinuruguay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/3149553871930975157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-yesterday-was-my-first-adventure.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/3149553871930975157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/3149553871930975157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-yesterday-was-my-first-adventure.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Yerba mate&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXPtlFmz73I/AAAAAAAAACQ/kJ1CwxHmAoY/s72-c/Montevideo+Enhanced+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-5233310479517879383</id><published>2009-01-16T16:27:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:32:41.670-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estoy aprendiendo español...</title><content type='html'>It's our second day in Montevideo but it feels like we've already been here for weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The plane ride here was enough of an adventure for me...even though I've never had a problem with motion sickness before, I was sick the entire 12-or-so hour plane ride and didn't get much sleep. I felt bad because Lawson sat next to me and he probably slept even worse than I did. Needless to say, we were &lt;i&gt;muy cansado&lt;/i&gt; when we finally landed in Montevideo! I loved Uruguay from the moment we stepped off the plane. It was beautiful and &lt;i&gt;warm&lt;/i&gt; and there were palm trees everywhere! It was so strange because suddenly &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; was in Spanish--I knew it would be, but I didn't fully understand what that would mean until I was in a huge place surrounded by people and I could understand almost nothing. It was overwhelming to go through the line to get my passport stamped and understand nothing that the immigration officer said; all I could really say to her was &lt;i&gt;gracias&lt;/i&gt;. Despite all that, it was pretty cool to hear Beyonce playing over the speakers--in Spanish! After surviving our first bit of culture shock, we loaded our luggage onto the bus that would take us home to Casa ACU. On the way we stopped at a beach to stretch our legs and get our first real taste of Uruguay. It was beautiful...I think I'll get used to living here pretty quickly! When we finally got to Casa ACU we met our wonderful cooks, Raquel and Mariella, who had made empanadas for us. They looked so wonderful but I couldn't eat any because I still wasn't feeling so great--hopefully soon I'll get to feeling better so I can actually experience some of their cooking! I did try some Uruguayan strawberries, though. They are so tiny compared to the ones in the U.S.--about the size of your thumb nail--but they are so incredibly sweet and wonderful! All of the fruit here is so fresh and amazing. I wish I could bring some back with me for you to try! Last night we all took cabs to a restaurant called Mercado de la Abundancia for dinner. They even opened early for us...at &lt;i&gt;eight PM!&lt;/i&gt; Most Uruguayans don't start thinking about dinner until around 10:00 or so! The cab ride to the restaurant was also quite an experience. Traffic here does not stop for pedestrians and if you walk too close to the edge of the sidewalk you might just get hit by the side mirror of a bus--seriously. Also, there are no lanes or speed limits marked on the roads here in the city, so all the cars just drive as fast as they can and cut each other off all over the place. Even though we definitely thought we were going to die, Rosalinda (our house mom) said that in all the time she's been here, she's never seen a wreck and only very few cars with dents. That's pretty amazing to me. Today we all went to &lt;i&gt;Ci&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;eudad Vieja&lt;/i&gt;, the Old City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXIwxdeUfpI/AAAAAAAAACA/LskuOmukk_U/s1600-h/Montevideo+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXIwxdeUfpI/AAAAAAAAACA/LskuOmukk_U/s320/Montevideo+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292346138397277842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Palacio Salvo&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plaza independencia&lt;/span&gt;, which was once the tallest building in South America. Isn't Montevideo beautiful?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXIx8x5I0xI/AAAAAAAAACI/E0KOIVrLt-c/s1600-h/Montevideo+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXIx8x5I0xI/AAAAAAAAACI/E0KOIVrLt-c/s320/Montevideo+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292347432368657170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw a monument built for Jose Artigas, one of Uruguay's biggest heroes, and the guards standing next to his mausoleum were so incredibly still that I wasn't sure at first if they were even awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the streets and sidewalks of &lt;i&gt;Cieudad Vieja&lt;/i&gt; are street vendors with all kinds of amazing things for sale. It's really like a giant, city-wide garage sale or craft fair. I want to go back sometime when I've exchanged some pesos to look at all of the jewelry and things. There was a McDonald's nearby that we went to and I ordered &lt;i&gt;un agua mineral&lt;/i&gt;--just a bottle of water--and the sweet cashier lady asked me something in Spanish, so of course all I could say was &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="def"&gt;sí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It turns out she was asking me whether I wanted my water &lt;i&gt;con gas&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;sin gas&lt;/i&gt;--carbonated or uncarbonated--so today I tried carbonated water for the first time. It's not my favorite but maybe I'll end up getting used to it if I don't learn Spanish pretty quickly! Tonight I think we're going to a &lt;i&gt;pizzeria&lt;/i&gt; for dinner and tomorrow we have some free time to go to the beach or shopping if we want--I can't wait to go lay out in the middle of January! I hope you all are having a great time too...I love and miss you very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077371287290819432-5233310479517879383?l=morganinuruguay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/5233310479517879383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/01/estoy-aprendiendo-espaol.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/5233310479517879383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/5233310479517879383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/01/estoy-aprendiendo-espaol.html' title='Estoy aprendiendo español...'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXIwxdeUfpI/AAAAAAAAACA/LskuOmukk_U/s72-c/Montevideo+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-5278822550332174876</id><published>2009-01-12T21:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:29:53.167-02:00</updated><title type='text'>¡2 días!</title><content type='html'>48 hours from now we'll be boarding the plane to Uruguay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaving&lt;/span&gt;. It's just now hitting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer my dad, Chaille, and I went kayaking on the Guadalupe River, and on our way down the river we stopped to climb the banks and swing off a rope hanging high over the water. I was so excited as we climbed up the cliff, but once we got to the top I was too afraid to jump. It took almost ten minutes to overcome my fear, and even then I was terrified until I came back up out of the water after taking the plunge. That same fear is what I'm feeling now. It's a mix of adrenaline, the unknown, and finally leaving my comfort zone. After years of longing to travel and get away, it's suddenly happening so fast. I have two days left to completely prepare myself for what will possibly be the biggest adventure of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've still got a lot of packing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2077371287290819432-5278822550332174876?l=morganinuruguay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/feeds/5278822550332174876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-das.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/5278822550332174876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2077371287290819432/posts/default/5278822550332174876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganinuruguay.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-das.html' title='¡2 días!'/><author><name>Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04386689229427499392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SXYWxBbgjxI/AAAAAAAAACo/huKCMNr8x0o/S220/Christmas+043.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2077371287290819432.post-8040457166437195360</id><published>2008-12-10T19:37:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:00:38.020-02:00</updated><title type='text'>¡35 Días!</title><content type='html'>35 days until our plane takes off from Dallas and we begin the next four months of our lives in South America! It's already finals week here at ACU and I can't believe how quickly this semester has gone. I can't believe that in just over a month I'll finally be getting out of the United States for (almost!) the first time! I've always dreamed of traveling and I can't wait to start this next new, adventure-filled chapter of my life. I've started this blog so that I can keep in touch with my friends and family back in the States (I won't be taking my cell phone with me and snail-mail takes a notoriously long time down there) and also so that I can share all of the wonderful things I see and learn while studying abroad. Today I bought a new camera to replace&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SUCSYd7U8vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ezM7AdxXVAo/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r6vl60u3mMw/SUCSYd7U8vI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ezM7AdxXVAo/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278379712326202098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my broken one so that I'll be able to share pictures, as well as a book of beginners' Spanish so that I can try to learn a little in the month I have left. We've been told that most people in Montevideo speak no English so I'm sure I'll learn quite a bit of Spanish just by immersion, but I'm trying not to be completely ignorant when I get there. We'll see how well that goes! 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