This is an email letter I wrote to a friend but I figured why write the same thing twice!

You wouldn´t believe all the stuff I have crammed in the last two weeks. Just this past weekend I went white water rafting, and rode an ATV up a mountain that was so high there were literally clouds brushing over me. I don´t know if you have every done anything like that but I recommend everyone kiss the clouds before they leave this earth. The views here are beautiful, they have flowers, fruits and plants so different than the states. Since I am a juice crackhead I´m loving all the juices. They don´t do like processed juice, its always blended right on the spot for every meal. Everything is so cheap. I got a 2 hour massage for 35 bucks and yes I said 2 hour. Buses are 18 cents an expensive cab is 5 bucks. We are living with families half the time which is good because it really helps to reinforce the spanish. I always end up in a house with kids which is even better because they talk your head off in spanish and one boy prided himself in correcting us. He honestly has been the best professor of spanish I´ve had. The trip has been more of a vacation than anything else.

On a more serious not the clinic have been interesting. They have been kids and some of the kids were 8 years old seeing a doctor for the first time, which is sad but its also interesting how for the most part the kids were healthy except horrible dental care and stomach parasites which I know sounds bad but can be easily cured with a few days of mebenidzole. They don´t really trust western medicine they have a lot of traditional shit that you wouldn´t believe. Like they use guinea pigs as diagnostic tools. How you might ask? I watched this in disgust and dismay with my own eyes. They take a live guinea pig and rub it all over the person, you can hear the critter squealing, until its dead then once its dead the healer skins it, then cuts it open and looks at all the organs, and whatever is wrong with organs is how the healer determines the ailment of the person and decides how to treat it. All of this happens in the room in from of the person and well us that were also in there.

The country is also very poor, I´'ve seen more children beggars than I care to ever see. In some areas the kids work as early as 8 years old. There is a lot of petty crime. One of my classmates almost got robbed on the bus, and one of my british roomates got his wallet stolen at a bar. Enough about my adventures.