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Published: July 21st 2005
Being a four-hour-a-day student takes up more time than you'd think. You might think it would take fur hours a day, leaving twenty free. But somehow it's not like that. There's homework, of course , but also when you're engaged from 11-3, it's hard to do much either before or after. So I haven't. I only made it into Quito Old Town for the first time today. I went to a church. There are lots of them here. And just now I tried to go to a Basilica, but it was closed. So I had an ice-cream instead. I bought it from a street vendor. I'm so confident of my stomach these days that I've started buying food from street vendors, which had been the last bastion of my nutrional virtue. Maybe it will all catch up with me soon.
Not before the 3rd of August though, please! I don't want to be ill in the Galapagos Islands. Get it . I've booked an eight day tour on Darwin's fair isles! How jealous are all of you . It was a very stressful day, as almost all f the spaces have gone for the next few weeks, and there was a lot of to-ing and fro-ing and yes, I'll have that space, but oh no, it's gone, and there is one but it costs a million pounds and means you'll only get to go to Colombia for three days and then finally one appeared and I got it. It took me a little while to remember this meant I was going to do something amazing which I could be happy and excited about, rather than I'd just managed to have the date of my hip replacement changed or something.
In other news, my exam results are out but I don't know what they are because the letter is sitting on a doormat in Ealing with no-one home. Julie, I may have you go round and break in on your way home from work. And, I may have a room in Balham from September with Hels Bels and Amy. Sorry to sully my blod with these non-holiday facts.
Now, the weather. Well, yesterday, the weather seemed to anticipate the city's mood when later Quito lost to the other side in the footie semis. I strolled out of an internet cafe and blow me if it isn't raining! With the mildness, it was exacty like being in Donegal, where I normally am at around this time of year.
Sport. The football. So, yeah, we lost. You can imagine how gutted I was. I watched the first half with Mr Hostel man, who plied with me whiskey and traditional food which was tasteless maize and fried pork fat. I escaped to join these friends of mine for half number two. More of them last night, a group of about 10, mainly girls, one English . Look, Maria, I'm trying, but this is getting boring again.
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Maria
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Ok, Thank you for your efforts. You can tell me when you get back and therefore isolate your boringness. 11-3 at school eh? What about lunch?