Last day of volunteering. Today we went to an all girls orphanage with girls ranging from real young to 17. We did accomplish alot of useful work, but we could have done more had we had more resources. We could only sand and paint one room, do a little gardening, and build and stain two bookshelves. We did have enough paint by far and the staining didn't even get completely done. We did get to spend alot of time with the girls getting to know them and write letters. They were really fun as we played music and danced. After work, I visited a McDonalds and a grocery store and compared them to ours. Alot of similarities and a few differences. Then we had another spanish lesson and the whole time, Pun was telling me what she was teaching us was wrong and I could even identify some things that were off. Whatever, I sat through and was polite. That is more than I can say for the other half of the class that wasn't even there the last day. Then come to find out, they can easily make it up without any problem. Alot of bullshit if you ask me. Anyway, a few of us went to the Mall del Sol to check out their mall. Very similar with similar prices. Just as expensive as the US and they played annoying American music as well. Then four of us went to this hole in the wall bar where they sold 24oz beers for a dollar and hung out there for a while. The owner of the bar was this older woman and you could tell that she really didn't want us there, but wanted our money so let us stay. The men in the bar were quite welcoming and energetic, but she took a while to warm up to us. I did speak some spanish to her and by the end of our visit, she did crack a smile. I think she has early misconceptions of Americans, but like I said before, they do have reason to think that way. From there, we went back to the strip and went to a locals, Ecuadorian bar. I immediately felt the stares. However, we did start talking with some people and ended up sitting with them at a table. Everyone was exceptionally nice and welcoming and interested in our culture. We were dancing, drinking and laughing and throughly enjoying ourselves. Then when we left, come to find out, one of the women were not being nice at all. She was nice to my face and cursing under her breath. She was mad that I was receving more attention than her and damning me as a "gringa". I don't care if she doesn't like me, but don't be fake to my face. That pisses me off because I don't need you to like me. Oh well, no sweat off my back. I left perfectly happy.