Packing!

I swear that I just wrote about packing a few days ago. I wrote all about the individual baggage that we carry with us. Yet, it is time to pack once again.
I consider my self to be an excellent packer. Some people are stuffers, others folders, I am a roller. To fit the absolute maximum amount of clothes into a bag requires rolling. My roomate thought this was about the strangest thing that he had ever seen. I guess it is kind of weird. especially the fervor with which I pack. I really get into it.
I do not have much choice. I rolled my clothes in order to only bring one mid-sized bag down here. But that was before a few purchases. Now I may have difficulty bringing everything back! The nice thing is that a close friend of mine bought so much, that she needed to upgrade her bag. So in addition to my one bag, I will also be checking a nice baby blue, girls backpack. But don't worry, she removed the key chain that says, "I love Mike".
Yesterday, was my final day of classes. Our final projects were due. The assignment was left very open ended. I spent a lot of time thinking about what to do. I thought while I played soccer, while I watched movies, and while I played cards. But come the night before, I had no idea what to do. Then it hit me! How about I just wing it! Besides, this project was only worth 25% of my grade.
On the morning of my presentation, I asked all of my fellow students to bring some random object to class. I then packed them in my suitcase. Right before I was called to start my project I realized, this was a terrible idea! When it was my turn to present, I began, "This bag is full of the things that I am taking away from Ecuador." I then pulled object after object out of the bag, seeing many of them for the first time, and attempted to come up with a metaphor or representation on the spot. I managed to do this for a surprising 13 minutes. I am not one to brag about grades, usually because my grades are not worth bragging about. But I will say this, my professor was pleased with the originality, creativity and sense of spontaneity that my presentation held. I forgot to mention that this all took place in spanish.
It is with a heavy heart that I have rolled my clothes into tight cylinders. I will not soon forget this place, or more importantly the people that I met here. I can not help but thinking that a great adventure has ended. With my wedding in 50 days, my fiance and I will be moving into an apartment block of 60 young men who are in our charge. Perhaps, the adventure is just changing a little bit.