Techno, the Universal Language. Farting the Universal Laugher-Maker

So i write to you all in Santo Domingo, a literal concrete jungle, littered with trash, sewage, and hair gel. About 20k from here is Bua, the small Satchilah Village that we have been staying in for the past three nights. Upon arriving to the Puebla we each hoped off the back of a truck and were set into our homestay houses in pairs. When my parter, Calyspo, and i hoped off of the truck we were greeted by two timid parents and four anxious kids who would become my adobted family for the next four weeks. The kids Anderson 8, Magdelena 6, Leo 3, and Julio 1 have since become our sleeping buddies for the past few nights. The family only has two double beds for the 6 members alone so Calypso and I somehow squeeze on to a bed with Magde and Ande. Their house is made of cement bricks and has just a tin roof that sits unbound on the top of the house. Just two tiny rooms, one for cooking and one for sleeping, is all they have, but as the majority of poor families here they somehow managed to fit a small TV in to the corner of the bedroom. Meals have consisted of starch and carbs, yuccah, potatoes and plantains. Definitely not my first choice of food. The kids love my bose head phones and my polaroid camera and most of all, the activity that brings the most joy and laughter into the house seems to be the farting. Perhaps it´s all the starch, parasites, or the altitude or maybe just an unfortunate indiginous gene, but whatever it is it´s ceasless. The kids are always farting and when we toot just a little an eruption of uncontralable laughter outbursts. One thing sort of on the same subject is the toilet, or hole rather. The bathroon that our family uses is more or less a hole in the ground dug between a few small trees. AHH So the next time you flush your toilet, eat anything yummy or take a sip of water think of me, and then say a little prayer, or at least send a ball of energy (k!). BTW we are showering in the River that we have come to restore which doubles as their sewage system, septic tank, laundry room, and pesticide collector. To wash or not to wash?
Last week we had a five days of work in Quito, Ecuadors Capital, sprawling east to west in a valley of the Andes Mountains. We stayed in a small hostel and spent the days visiting water plants and sanitacion experts, dancing with Salsa teachers and Ecuadorian gentleman, and practicing spanish with teachers and locals alike. At night we got in to a routine of going to a hole in the wall discoteca near our hostel. Many a nights were spent fist-pumping and dancing uncontrolably with the Ecuadorians who were brave enough to step in to a rave with a bunch of Gringos.
Our first project here is reforestation. Yesterday alone we dug, watered, and planted 300 cacao trees! woooo. Planting is hard and dirty and when you dont have a comfy bed or shower to come home to it can make the situation a little funny and a lot uncomfortable. Our bed, which is made of a wooden frame and a few pieces of wood laying perpendicular, breaks nightly and makes rolling over or readjusting a bit difficult.
So i am taking these malaria pills that are supposed to give you ¨colorful vivid dreams¨ and give you mood swings and make you depressed. I have been experiencing all three. Or maybe the depression part has to do something with me checking my email once a week and only have inbooxes from Priceline. But i dont know.
Anyway we are heading back to Bua right now, so no internet for a week¨...Adios