<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742</id><updated>2012-01-26T04:15:53.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Know Krystle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-6443764181912497564</id><published>2009-08-01T06:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:20:41.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down</title><content type='html'>Well family and friends the countdown begins. It's hard to write this post, because it is the last one that I will write before I leave. Truth is, I have more things to share, but not enough time to write them all on the computer or upload pictures or videos. To be honest-it just takes too long and unfortunately, I don't have the time to do it. I will however commit to finishing my book of memories that I will be glad to share with you all. I have learned so much that I want to teach you. I have met so many people that I want you to see, and I have done so many things that I want to share with you. The blog is not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that I hadn't thought about wanting because I knew I couldn't get it in South Africa. But now that I know I will be home a week from now, I have been craving some of the oddest things. You would think I wanted some of the big stuff like comfortable bed (well, yeah, I want that too!), or taking a bath everyday (yeah, I want that too), but really, I have been craving Maruchin noodles, ravioli, hot dogs, chicken salad, Honey Comb, and tuna fish. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me at all, you know that this adventure would not be complete without tears. Yes, I get quite teary-eyed. Some times are better than others. I think the hardest thing is that I had to spend the first few weeks building relationships that were NOT easy to build. It is not that easy learning and remembering AND pronouncing names. Picture trying to build a positive and trusting relationship with young people and teenagers especially who have people come in and out of their lives. I totally understand having that guard up. I understand not wanting to get TOO close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once those walls start coming down and you realize that you have a connection and you build a strong relationship- you look at the calendar and realize you're leaving. You think about all those days that were hard for you and you were out of your comfort zone and you wish you had them back again. You wish you had at least one more day to see people who you only saw once. You wish you could ask one more question or give one more hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this isn't about regrets friends. It's about life. It's about a time to meet a friend, a time to greet a friend, a time to embrace a friend, and a time to kiss and say goodbye to a friend. I truly believe that God gives us the gift of each other. He puts you in someone's life and He puts them in yours. You can either appreciate His gift by making the most of your time with each other or you can choose to take it for granted. I appreciate every moment I had here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two reasons that tears are warming my cheeks. I cry because I am sad. Sad because I will miss seeing the faces of each person I have met here. I will miss the children assuming I know Zulu and the women in the market trying to teach me the language. I will miss the kids playing soccer with me or trying to practice my accent. I will miss being in the classroom with 42 children learning the English songs I taught them or listening to the Zulu songs that they are teaching me. I also cry because I am happy. Happy because although I will not see some of these people again, I have been touched by their presence. I am happy because I have learned so much about the Zulu culture and I at least have a perspective on the life of a South African. I am happy because I have been around happy children. Children with a thirst for knowledge, a hunger for life, and a heart for love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tears sum up my life in South Africa. Nothing can take away how I feel about the teachers and learners I have worked, the staff and children at the orphanage, or the people in the communities. I have been through a lot and if you ask me would I do it again, my answer is : Yes, in a heartbeat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-6443764181912497564?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/6443764181912497564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=6443764181912497564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/6443764181912497564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/6443764181912497564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/counting-down.html' title='Counting Down'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-4963811929354966558</id><published>2009-07-30T08:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:13:14.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese</title><content type='html'>I have been working diligently with 2nd and 4th graders at Inkazimulo this summer (their winter though) and it has been such a rewarding experience. I have bonded really closely with my Grade 2 teacher and class and they are absolutely wonderful. Teaching me Zulu and all these wonderful songs. They love to show off what they know and it's absolutely great. I have even been teaching them a few spanish phrases. The learning just never stops, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing they don't have are pictures to highlight their classroom or to remember classmates. I took a class picture and to crowd 40 students into a picture where you can see them was quite a difficult task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SnGnipyC_1I/AAAAAAAABKE/dRrTk_47MBA/s1600-h/S6300344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SnGnipyC_1I/AAAAAAAABKE/dRrTk_47MBA/s400/S6300344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364252844948127570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then printed off copies for each student in class. The best part was that I gave each child their own picture. They absolutely loved it. To actually get them what was probably their only photo meant so much to them so when I passed them out, the feeling was indescribable. Their smiles and the laughs were so great. I won't forget their faces! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SnQ-u-eWQDI/AAAAAAAABKk/x7MUvb70R9s/s1600-h/S6300449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SnQ-u-eWQDI/AAAAAAAABKk/x7MUvb70R9s/s320/S6300449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364982032870293554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SnQ-uYG9wAI/AAAAAAAABKc/mdVco4ZIv1s/s1600-h/S6300444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SnQ-uYG9wAI/AAAAAAAABKc/mdVco4ZIv1s/s320/S6300444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364982022571671554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SnQ-uHhoQFI/AAAAAAAABKU/Eh8HiCKC95E/s1600-h/S6300443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SnQ-uHhoQFI/AAAAAAAABKU/Eh8HiCKC95E/s320/S6300443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364982018120106066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SnQ-t78d91I/AAAAAAAABKM/x3tRnvabVWw/s1600-h/S6300442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SnQ-t78d91I/AAAAAAAABKM/x3tRnvabVWw/s320/S6300442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364982015011452754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...they said &lt;em&gt;GRACIAS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-4963811929354966558?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/4963811929354966558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=4963811929354966558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4963811929354966558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4963811929354966558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SnGnipyC_1I/AAAAAAAABKE/dRrTk_47MBA/s72-c/S6300344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-1924339536495287112</id><published>2009-07-26T06:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T06:45:56.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 K Walk</title><content type='html'>Today, I went to Durban to participate in a 5 K walk for women called &lt;em&gt;I AM BEAUTIFUL&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on behalf of the Jess Foord Foundation. She started a charity called &lt;strong&gt;POWAR- Protect Our Women Against Rape&lt;/strong&gt;. There are many things lined up that they want to achieve such as building a hospital for rape victims to receive counseling, medication, and police officers to help them bring the rapist to justice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participating in this walk on behalf of all women was very empowering and I am blessed to be here at the time this took place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmxBNR3JCEI/AAAAAAAABJ8/dN7_LO6lTzg/s1600-h/S6300249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmxBNR3JCEI/AAAAAAAABJ8/dN7_LO6lTzg/s320/S6300249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362732952680204354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmxBNAySl1I/AAAAAAAABJ0/rh2olPSu0rk/s1600-h/S6300246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmxBNAySl1I/AAAAAAAABJ0/rh2olPSu0rk/s320/S6300246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362732948096456530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmxBM5zr0NI/AAAAAAAABJs/2AVXNvzl_bM/s1600-h/S6300240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmxBM5zr0NI/AAAAAAAABJs/2AVXNvzl_bM/s320/S6300240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362732946223255762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmxBMk55sqI/AAAAAAAABJk/QYGRRCPEtnY/s1600-h/S6300236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmxBMk55sqI/AAAAAAAABJk/QYGRRCPEtnY/s320/S6300236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362732940612186786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-1924339536495287112?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/1924339536495287112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=1924339536495287112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/1924339536495287112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/1924339536495287112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-k-walk.html' title='5 K Walk'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmxBNR3JCEI/AAAAAAAABJ8/dN7_LO6lTzg/s72-c/S6300249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-661318608767523578</id><published>2009-07-26T06:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T06:22:10.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Croc in the Croc Pit</title><content type='html'>If you don't believe me....Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smw8Ax6BndI/AAAAAAAABJc/sIpGf3N0GIs/s1600-h/IMG_1876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smw8Ax6BndI/AAAAAAAABJc/sIpGf3N0GIs/s320/IMG_1876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362727240385797586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smw8A9iJpiI/AAAAAAAABJU/vtIzx2pI3yU/s1600-h/IMG_1881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smw8A9iJpiI/AAAAAAAABJU/vtIzx2pI3yU/s320/IMG_1881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362727243506886178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smw8AcpqcfI/AAAAAAAABJM/c0FGehplVdY/s1600-h/IMG_1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smw8AcpqcfI/AAAAAAAABJM/c0FGehplVdY/s320/IMG_1880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362727234680025586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know it's quite stupid to do something like this, but well....I can make at least ONE mistake in my life huh?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-661318608767523578?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/661318608767523578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=661318608767523578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/661318608767523578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/661318608767523578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/eating-croc-in-croc-pit.html' title='Eating Croc in the Croc Pit'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smw8Ax6BndI/AAAAAAAABJc/sIpGf3N0GIs/s72-c/IMG_1876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-7659853457999343713</id><published>2009-07-23T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:27:04.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PreSchool Friends in South Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7Zl9gGnJhk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7Zl9gGnJhk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-7659853457999343713?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/7659853457999343713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=7659853457999343713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7659853457999343713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7659853457999343713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/preschool-friends-in-south-africa.html' title='PreSchool Friends in South Africa'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-2168495751450642406</id><published>2009-07-22T07:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:12:41.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>INFECTION</title><content type='html'>YES, ANOTHER ONE! WHY O WHY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really bad too. I took pictures. Then I saw how bad it was, that I decided NOT to share them. It's kind of gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently, I got it from one of the kids. Now, I am trying to search the hundreds of Grade R to Grade 4 students I hugged at Inkazimulu and try to help them get it treated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-2168495751450642406?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/2168495751450642406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=2168495751450642406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/2168495751450642406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/2168495751450642406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/infection.html' title='INFECTION'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-9163665911356383810</id><published>2009-07-18T07:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:47:16.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sani Pass</title><content type='html'>Today, we went to Sani Pass in the Country, Lesotho (pronounced &lt;em&gt;Loosootoo&lt;/em&gt;). It is the 3rd highest mountain pass in the world. Good thing for 4 wheel drive. It was so bumpy and the roads were slick because of the melting ice. Although, it was bumpy and so high, the sights were beautiful. It was truly something that you would expect to see on a postcard.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smhp1oToK1I/AAAAAAAABIM/GB3ZpfpHtVE/s1600-h/S6300021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smhp1oToK1I/AAAAAAAABIM/GB3ZpfpHtVE/s320/S6300021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361651726458301266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to stand on the edge and take pictures. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmhpgdRSuoI/AAAAAAAABIE/bu3AshZwEvY/s1600-h/S6300030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmhpgdRSuoI/AAAAAAAABIE/bu3AshZwEvY/s320/S6300030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361651362718464642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was careful of course. I could have stayed up there for so long just to listen to the wind and to smile at the mountains. It was truly a place to be at one with nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-9163665911356383810?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/9163665911356383810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=9163665911356383810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/9163665911356383810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/9163665911356383810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/sani-pass.html' title='Sani Pass'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smhp1oToK1I/AAAAAAAABIM/GB3ZpfpHtVE/s72-c/S6300021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-2660273726101809147</id><published>2009-07-17T07:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:17:09.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>South African Bride</title><content type='html'>We went to PheZulu and it was great. I was able to see a performance by Zulu dancers and learn about their culture through song and dance. Young people singing and dancing to help teach about their culture is a great idea. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmhvpkEbM_I/AAAAAAAABI8/RRYSjCR4Dcg/s1600-h/S6300008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmhvpkEbM_I/AAAAAAAABI8/RRYSjCR4Dcg/s320/S6300008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361658116232131570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smhvpbchv0I/AAAAAAAABI0/6BeARvw1D-s/s1600-h/IMG_1807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smhvpbchv0I/AAAAAAAABI0/6BeARvw1D-s/s320/IMG_1807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361658113917304642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smhvo0naz1I/AAAAAAAABIs/nuBBk-14ErQ/s1600-h/IMG_1791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smhvo0naz1I/AAAAAAAABIs/nuBBk-14ErQ/s320/IMG_1791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361658103494004562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told us about how traditionally, in  South Africa, the Zulu women would go fetch water. The men would look for his bride and try to talk to her on her way home from the river. After that, the man would tell her that he wants her and the men would have to pay 11 cows to his "father in law". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I received my first South African Marriage Proposal. He looked at me and said "Oooh....I want you to be my first wife" He currently has 3 wives, but divorced his first wife so he wants me to take her place. I let him know that I was happily single and that I would help him find someone else. He was a nice guy and we shared a laugh. I don't think I can share a husband with anyone!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmhwvlJDnXI/AAAAAAAABJE/4Im8oJfgJ4Q/s1600-h/S6300009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmhwvlJDnXI/AAAAAAAABJE/4Im8oJfgJ4Q/s320/S6300009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361659319110835570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-2660273726101809147?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/2660273726101809147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=2660273726101809147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/2660273726101809147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/2660273726101809147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/phezulu.html' title='South African Bride'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmhvpkEbM_I/AAAAAAAABI8/RRYSjCR4Dcg/s72-c/S6300008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-906151133263667332</id><published>2009-07-15T10:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:06:53.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad and Happy Birthday Mom</title><content type='html'>I celebrated in your honor by doing karaoke. The best place to go for people who like to sing, but can't. It was great. Those South Africans didn't know what hit em. I got of lot of pats on the back saying I did a great job. I want to go again next week so I can become a regular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9Bre-gGeI/AAAAAAAABGc/RKVctQwa6I0/s1600-h/IMG_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9Bre-gGeI/AAAAAAAABGc/RKVctQwa6I0/s200/IMG_2009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074296899574242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9BrC3j46I/AAAAAAAABGU/Dzov-QJPoN4/s1600-h/IMG_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9BrC3j46I/AAAAAAAABGU/Dzov-QJPoN4/s200/IMG_2008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074289354269602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9Bqq4qS-I/AAAAAAAABGM/VWdqWivTmR8/s1600-h/IMG_2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9Bqq4qS-I/AAAAAAAABGM/VWdqWivTmR8/s200/IMG_2006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074282916432866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-906151133263667332?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/906151133263667332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=906151133263667332&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/906151133263667332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/906151133263667332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-anniversary-mom-and-dad-and-happy.html' title='Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad and Happy Birthday Mom'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9Bre-gGeI/AAAAAAAABGc/RKVctQwa6I0/s72-c/IMG_2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-3307220157622851288</id><published>2009-07-14T09:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:25:00.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apple a Day does NOT keep the Doctor Away</title><content type='html'>After battling four weeks of an unshakeable illness, I went to Hillcrest Medical Centre for some much needed attention. I really don’t like going to the doctor in general, but I knew I had to go. I have another 3 ½ weeks to go and I CANNOT go on like this much longer. Let’s do a comparison. First, I went in and filled out 1 form. Yes, only 1 form. Not 4 or 5 like I normally have to do in the States. Secondly, I waited for less than 30 minutes. When the doctor, called me in with her soft Afrikaans accent, I was shocked! But Krystle is not a popular name in Africa; I knew she was referring to me.  She talked me through my symptoms and honestly, I didn’t give much thought to the serious nature of my illness until I had to talk about it. I mean, I was in pretty bad shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she told me she had to give me a shot if I wanted one. Since this is a blog for General Audiences (Rated G), I WILL NOT share my shot information nor will I share pictures of this event. Sorry! After that, she gave me a list of the prescriptions I would need. Next comparison is about cost. So, it was $240 Rand for my doctor visit up front without insurance ($30 USD). No problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked next door to the pharmacy. What do you know? I didn’t have to come back in 4 or 5 hours, the pharmacist just count the pills for me and put on the tags, explained how to use them and I was on my way. Now, I am no expert, but I just feel that my care and medication were not about them making money, but just for me to feel better. If only Healthcare were like this in America, maybe I wouldn’t be so apprehensive about going to the doctor at home. I was assured that I would feel better within the next 48 hours and the shot would give my immune system a boost. I just have to keep a schedule to make sure I take everything on time. So, here's the prescriptions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl8_qrUtSKI/AAAAAAAABGE/YPiw2m8eraA/s1600-h/S6302563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl8_qrUtSKI/AAAAAAAABGE/YPiw2m8eraA/s400/S6302563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359072084010813602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I did go to the doctor because I was miserable and there is no way I could survive another day like I had been. I want to enjoy the work I’m doing here. I need energy to play with the kids and give them my all. After all, that’s what I’m here for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-3307220157622851288?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/3307220157622851288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=3307220157622851288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3307220157622851288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3307220157622851288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/apple-day-does-not-keep-doctor-away.html' title='An Apple a Day does NOT keep the Doctor Away'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl8_qrUtSKI/AAAAAAAABGE/YPiw2m8eraA/s72-c/S6302563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-4854217314869812933</id><published>2009-07-14T06:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:00:02.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Touch Up</title><content type='html'>After the doctor, I got in there and started prepping for painting the children’s cottages. The children live in four cottages as of now and we are going to focus on those. Since we had paint donated, we will use those for their living areas. We had to sand and clean the walls and boy were they DIRTY (pronounce it with me- DUR-TY). They don’t look spic and span, but once a fresh paint of coat is on, I bet the kids will be so excited. The tough part will be to convince the little curious ones not to touch it when we’re done. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smhsva4GG8I/AAAAAAAABIk/i2Hawp1SK2U/s1600-h/IMG_2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smhsva4GG8I/AAAAAAAABIk/i2Hawp1SK2U/s320/IMG_2031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361654918308830146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmhsvAhDKTI/AAAAAAAABIc/R9yJY7PAHyY/s1600-h/IMG_1763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmhsvAhDKTI/AAAAAAAABIc/R9yJY7PAHyY/s320/IMG_1763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361654911232846130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smhsu5qvfKI/AAAAAAAABIU/dCbt8BJTQG0/s1600-h/IMG_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smhsu5qvfKI/AAAAAAAABIU/dCbt8BJTQG0/s320/IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361654909394451618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think that anything we can do to make sure these children know they are important and special is something that we should invest in. I remember thinking how I could do something else for the kids besides painting their cottage that would be more useful. But the moment I saw how the kids were into it and willing to help changed my mind. You should see how wide-eyed they get that we are painting for them. Now, the job won’t be done by professionals, but it will be done with love and care. Some of the children are even taking their play time to help us as well. It’s quite a large task to take on and I remember how only a few weeks ago after painting the high school, I found out that I should NOT make this my day job. &lt;br /&gt; Something as small as painting a room in their house, jumping on the trampoline with them, playing card games or just studying basic math facts together builds a lifetime of memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-4854217314869812933?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/4854217314869812933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=4854217314869812933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4854217314869812933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4854217314869812933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/touch-up.html' title='A Touch Up'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Smhsva4GG8I/AAAAAAAABIk/i2Hawp1SK2U/s72-c/IMG_2031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-5995849069585027150</id><published>2009-07-12T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:21:26.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Little American Went to the Market</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Durban (city on the coast) and went to the Sunday Market. It is a huge artisan market. Anything from food, paintings, jewelry, crafts, WHATEVER people can make money with. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9DRgoPCSI/AAAAAAAABGs/EIE-LtTaRIk/s1600-h/IMG_1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9DRgoPCSI/AAAAAAAABGs/EIE-LtTaRIk/s320/IMG_1889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076049689708834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9DRay9NJI/AAAAAAAABGk/s99FIhpHn1g/s1600-h/IMG_1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9DRay9NJI/AAAAAAAABGk/s99FIhpHn1g/s320/IMG_1885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359076048124064914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I hit a tough spot and de-magnetized my credit card. So, if you know anything about the credit card stips....don't put it ANYWHERE near magnets. So, I of course have been using my bargaining skills as well as careful shopping to get some goodies to take home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, everyone thinks I am Zulu and they are just talking away. Do they NOT see the confused look on my face. Well, I just kind of do my very best to kindly let them know that I have NO idea what they are talking about. It is good because at least they'll be honest with me on pricing. For the most part, everyone was so nice and even if they charged a lot, this is how they make money. They make these wonderful crafts and they use these talents to make money. It's great. I just wish I had even an ounce of patience they had to make these things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a picture, I wish I did, but I'll try to explain the best way I can: Well, they have &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;boot stompers&lt;/span&gt; who perform in the street. Well, there are three guys who just dance and stomp their rubber boots and it is AMAZING. So they perform for minute or so before they freeze in place. When someone puts money in the cup, they UNFREEZE like they have been in a deep sleep for ages. They make the funniest sounds and have funny faces. It was absolutely amazing. I promise that you can stay entertained for HOURS watching them. They are so talented. It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got to the market, I made a friend. Andrew. You can ALWAYS use a friend in the market. He and his friends make these beautiful 3-D pictures of animal and wildlife. You know I HAD to look at those. Andrew told me about his life and how he got started and it is just so refreshing to talk to people who just open up and have such a zest for life. He may not be a millionaire but he wakes up happy, does what he has to do for the day by doing what he loves and goes to bed just as happy. Now how great does that sound. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9E2WzpQkI/AAAAAAAABG0/hdS3knTYDgM/s1600-h/IMG_1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9E2WzpQkI/AAAAAAAABG0/hdS3knTYDgM/s320/IMG_1887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359077782219997762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even gave me a free gift for being a nice person and after we took the picture, he told me we looked like twins. Not sure about that one, but I think I'll take it as a compliment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-5995849069585027150?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/5995849069585027150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=5995849069585027150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/5995849069585027150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/5995849069585027150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-little-american-went-to-market.html' title='This Little American Went to the Market'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9DRgoPCSI/AAAAAAAABGs/EIE-LtTaRIk/s72-c/IMG_1889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-3119735666350883343</id><published>2009-07-12T07:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:35:20.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flipped Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I did it!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlnYSOHiM8I/AAAAAAAABF0/cZ579v1f_I0/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlnYSOHiM8I/AAAAAAAABF0/cZ579v1f_I0/s400/IMG_0251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357551039272858562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-3119735666350883343?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/3119735666350883343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=3119735666350883343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3119735666350883343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3119735666350883343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/flipped-out.html' title='Flipped Out'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlnYSOHiM8I/AAAAAAAABF0/cZ579v1f_I0/s72-c/IMG_0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-4073960898100829021</id><published>2009-07-11T10:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:00:18.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing the Night Away</title><content type='html'>Today, one of our Makaphutu kiddos had a performance for a group he is in- Mayibuye. An Australian group headed by a young guy, Dan Perkins, decided that he wanted to partner with Australia and South Africa to provide a way for the Youth to stay out of the street and away from destructive behavior through hip hop dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you, these kids are great. I felt like I was at a real concert with all these great dancers. They put a little hip-hop, ballet, tango, and zulu dance together to put together a great performance. It lasted for about 4 hours. Good thing I like song and dance. Everyone truly enjoyed themselves. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9OEGKC9mI/AAAAAAAABHU/1H4u7CCwDSE/s1600-h/IMG_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9OEGKC9mI/AAAAAAAABHU/1H4u7CCwDSE/s400/IMG_1854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359087913873372770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the kids are teaching me Zulu dances. Truly, I am convinced this is where step teams and dance groups get some moves. It came from somewhere. These zulu dances have been around for centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like most about it is that everyone wants to identify with his/her Zulu culture by doing these dances. It's not about "oh no, that's for old people". The kids cheer for each other when they can kick up high and do the dances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one thing I find that is interesting and a bit sad about America. It is difficult to identify with an "American Culture". There is no special food or dish, no special dance or style of clothing. In the same sense, it's great because America is a collection of all cultures, but I am a bit envious of their deep culture and sense of pride in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-4073960898100829021?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/4073960898100829021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=4073960898100829021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4073960898100829021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4073960898100829021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/dancing-night-away.html' title='Dancing the Night Away'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9OEGKC9mI/AAAAAAAABHU/1H4u7CCwDSE/s72-c/IMG_1854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-3032815617852053741</id><published>2009-07-11T10:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:54:19.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily in the Valley</title><content type='html'>Today we went to Lily of the Valley, another children’s home. This home is much larger and they have over 100 orphans who live there. They also have need for so many more volunteers and most of the kids here are either HIV positive or have AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9F9xr7U8I/AAAAAAAABHE/mwYx5InW5LI/s1600-h/IMG_1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9F9xr7U8I/AAAAAAAABHE/mwYx5InW5LI/s320/IMG_1824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359079009206096834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9F9coiVtI/AAAAAAAABG8/Wp9669Iq8mM/s1600-h/IMG_1822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9F9coiVtI/AAAAAAAABG8/Wp9669Iq8mM/s320/IMG_1822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359079003554731730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was the weekend, I didn't get to take a tour of all the facilities, but it was nice spending time with the kids. They just want to play and have fun. Like the kids at Makaphutu, they love the trampoline and the swings. Just to look at the smiles on their faces was enough to make me smile for a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9GUmJh41I/AAAAAAAABHM/3sGmyx48Xuk/s1600-h/IMG_1837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9GUmJh41I/AAAAAAAABHM/3sGmyx48Xuk/s400/IMG_1837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359079401246024530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW DOESN'T that picture make you just want to smile and never stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-3032815617852053741?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/3032815617852053741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=3032815617852053741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3032815617852053741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3032815617852053741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/lily-in-valley.html' title='Lily in the Valley'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sl9F9xr7U8I/AAAAAAAABHE/mwYx5InW5LI/s72-c/IMG_1824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-1409443436068366692</id><published>2009-07-10T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:02:08.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking the Shores</title><content type='html'>Today we went to the beach again, but with a bigger bunch of people. We had our 12 kids from Makaphutu as well as the 12 from Sitembakuye Children’s Home. We of course had about 15 adults also. This was our first time needing 3 vehicles. On the way there, I was in the bus with about 30 people. We were truly packed like sardines. But hey, what a better way to bond in my opinion.  I sat with Nonhlanhla who was so very excited about her first trip to the beach. For some of these kids, this was their first time in a car or bus at all. Just to see the sights and know they were going “swimming” was just a highlight of their lives that many of us probably take for granted. They live so close to the beach, but have never gone. &lt;br /&gt; I did get to go the arcade and spend time with the kids and see them swim and have fun. I wasn’t prepared of course and had my jeans and shirt without a bathing suit. But I’ll be ready next time. I did get a chance to walk on the beach and get sand between my toes. I saw all of the wonderful sand art including a man being eaten by a lion. The creativity with these sand artists is just amazing. I really enjoy the beach and I do hope I get one more chance to get my feet sandy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-1409443436068366692?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/1409443436068366692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=1409443436068366692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/1409443436068366692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/1409443436068366692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/walking-shores.html' title='Walking the Shores'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-2697599389218151748</id><published>2009-07-09T10:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:52:20.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitembakuye Children’s Home and Outreach</title><content type='html'>There's only so much I can say about wonderful people in the world. If you were to ask me to name someone or people who truly make a difference, I would have to tell you about Russell and Precious. They are a young couple who decided to take in other kids. They have three kids of their own as well as taking care of Russell's mother. They live in a small two bedroom house that is without water for 2-3 days at a time. They saw a need and addressed it. They now have taken in 9 other children who live on the street. During the day, they also have an outreach program and spend time with other orphans during the day. So, though there are 15 people &lt;em&gt;living&lt;/em&gt; in the two bedroom house, they have up to 30 people in and out during the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make beads and jewelry, play games, just sit and talk or play. When I am at their house, I feel so comfortable and AT HOME. Although you won't have a place to sit comfortably, I bet you would feel comfortable at their house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go there, they all run up and hug you and are just so happy. Their smiles are contagious. Even if you were feeling down (which this illness gets me down sometimes), I am immediately pepped up.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmMUp_vz_wI/AAAAAAAABHc/23WLorxZVQA/s1600-h/IMG_1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmMUp_vz_wI/AAAAAAAABHc/23WLorxZVQA/s320/IMG_1615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360150693220187906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is, I found out, I have no energy to keep up with them. They love to run and jump and play all these games. I am constantly begging for a time-out to catch my breath! I love all the games that they play. You all get around in a circle and just sing and dance and play clapping games. They truly include EVERYONE. The proverb "It takes a Village to Raise a Child" is truly exemplified here. Now, although I don't understand everything they say or sing, I can understand that love is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this day, Russell and Precious arranged for their girls to perform traditional Zulu dancing as well and other groups to come so the kids could see. It was such a treat to see and my plan is to now learn as much as I can.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmMVMmx6c5I/AAAAAAAABH8/uvX_7v0Jndw/s1600-h/IMG_1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmMVMmx6c5I/AAAAAAAABH8/uvX_7v0Jndw/s320/IMG_1463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360151287813534610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmMVMch_VSI/AAAAAAAABH0/xtXtlYSQVCA/s1600-h/IMG_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmMVMch_VSI/AAAAAAAABH0/xtXtlYSQVCA/s320/IMG_1490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360151285062391074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SmMVMMeDpyI/AAAAAAAABHs/-50uFIoZtzQ/s1600-h/IMG_1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXpJiR2mYI/AAAAAAAABE0/KBi00vMgm4c/s400/IMG_0843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356443681856854402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXpJytXmxI/AAAAAAAABE8/Vq4peVk0mU8/s1600-h/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXpJytXmxI/AAAAAAAABE8/Vq4peVk0mU8/s400/IMG_1107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356443686267230994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXo0ZUqSOI/AAAAAAAABEs/_VBPtfBmBRE/s1600-h/IMG_1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXo0ZUqSOI/AAAAAAAABEs/_VBPtfBmBRE/s400/IMG_1134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356443318675458274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXo0I7_wnI/AAAAAAAABEk/U9Qnpe7sGpc/s1600-h/IMG_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXo0I7_wnI/AAAAAAAABEk/U9Qnpe7sGpc/s400/IMG_0634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356443314277040754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXoz_BJ4DI/AAAAAAAABEc/GCGd1Y4h-UY/s1600-h/IMG_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXoz_BJ4DI/AAAAAAAABEc/GCGd1Y4h-UY/s400/IMG_0631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356443311614320690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXozmpuWMI/AAAAAAAABEU/ESKLA3PwifI/s1600-h/IMG_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXozmpuWMI/AAAAAAAABEU/ESKLA3PwifI/s400/IMG_0568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356443305073596610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXozcPcLyI/AAAAAAAABEM/gspuLpAx1Eo/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXozcPcLyI/AAAAAAAABEM/gspuLpAx1Eo/s400/IMG_0563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356443302278999842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I HAVE to tell you the story. As we are driving through dangerous territory, I'm sure you can guess.....well, probably not. So, we had a flat. YES a FLAT! 2 of them!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXppTkT2oI/AAAAAAAABFM/GWabEgYQ2Zw/s1600-h/IMG_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXppTkT2oI/AAAAAAAABFM/GWabEgYQ2Zw/s400/IMG_0870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356444227663551106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the middle of the savannah where anything could come and gobble us up. Fortunately, all we saw were these creatures who stared us down for a LONG time. Probably wondering where our other legs were.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlnW6KVpSxI/AAAAAAAABFk/ICf9OceHrcw/s1600-h/IMG_0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlnW6KVpSxI/AAAAAAAABFk/ICf9OceHrcw/s200/IMG_0891.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357549526429813522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlnW6KoiQ3I/AAAAAAAABFc/AyfmJTyDljo/s1600-h/IMG_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlnW6KoiQ3I/AAAAAAAABFc/AyfmJTyDljo/s200/IMG_0887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357549526509044594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay...I was prepared for anything!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlnXOSjfKeI/AAAAAAAABFs/mo1LiRSyBZQ/s1600-h/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlnXOSjfKeI/AAAAAAAABFs/mo1LiRSyBZQ/s320/IMG_0881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357549872232737250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-8426113851654012645?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/8426113851654012645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=8426113851654012645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8426113851654012645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8426113851654012645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/african-babies-of-wild.html' title='African Babies of The Wild'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXpJiR2mYI/AAAAAAAABE0/KBi00vMgm4c/s72-c/IMG_0843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-7404373644860354844</id><published>2009-07-09T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:51:35.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flipping Out</title><content type='html'>The kids here absolutely love to turn flips. Take a step, put your hands down, lift your legs up high, and fall to the other side. Upside down, topsy turvy, whatever is daring and fun- they will do it! They are doing their best to teach me some of the “easy tricks”, but I must admit something stops me. I am not sure if I have crossed this age barrier like the idea behind The Polar Express, but there is something about watching the ground underneath me and the fact that I might fall flat on my face that keeps me from doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXnvgMam9I/AAAAAAAABEE/Bq_UkSU_lQw/s1600-h/IMG_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXnvgMam9I/AAAAAAAABEE/Bq_UkSU_lQw/s400/IMG_0333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356442135108950994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; However scary it might be, there is something extraordinary about children that I learned from watching them. They take risks. They might not know that it’s risky, but they just do it. They like the feeling, they want to do it, and they just do it, no questions asked. We can all learn from them. If only I had the energy, the will, and the strength to carry out the things I really wanted to do. The world we live in today is unpredictable and sometimes some pretty negative things happen, but if we just take a risk and try to make it a better place, then we can. &lt;br /&gt;I want to do flips in my life. I want to take a risk and just do the right thing without being scared about the ground underneath. No one achieves anything if they never try. The only way these children knew they could do front and back flips was to try. I won’t know what change I can make in the world unless I try. So take a step, brace yourself and put your hands down, lift your legs high, and watch the positive outcome on the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-7404373644860354844?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/7404373644860354844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=7404373644860354844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7404373644860354844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7404373644860354844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/flipping-out.html' title='Flipping Out'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXnvgMam9I/AAAAAAAABEE/Bq_UkSU_lQw/s72-c/IMG_0333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-1834209557433813036</id><published>2009-07-06T10:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:39:46.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coordinating Winter School</title><content type='html'>Developing lessons and teaching little ones during winter school is quite an experience. During this time, the children are on break from school, but some of them are so incredibly behind in their studies or need assistance in multiple areas, so we are tutoring them with a strong focus on math and English.&lt;br /&gt; Although this is a vacation time for them, it is heartwarming to see how some of them are taking their studies seriously. They know how important education is. One student came 20 minutes early to our cottage and shouted “I am ready for school!” Of course, I was tired and needed the 20 minutes before teaching, but with a positive attitude like that from an eager child is just what you need to jumpstart your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlnZJdEJq4I/AAAAAAAABF8/ykWCDYMeke8/s1600-h/IMG_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlnZJdEJq4I/AAAAAAAABF8/ykWCDYMeke8/s400/IMG_1598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357551988178004866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids are very bright and are capable of so much; they just lack the necessary resources that so many of our students in the U.S. benefit from. Research tells you so much about what they need and if you use this, then that will happen. But what about the kids who don’t use math manipulatives or the ones who don’t have a large selection of print material. What about the students who don’t have graphing calculators or regular calculators for algebra. These students still try and that’s what makes it a joy to work with them. I know that winter school is only for a limited time, but I do hope that the few weeks of one on one tutoring or small group will benefit them greatly as they head back to school for the next term.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-1834209557433813036?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/1834209557433813036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=1834209557433813036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/1834209557433813036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/1834209557433813036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/coordinating-winter-school.html' title='Coordinating Winter School'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlnZJdEJq4I/AAAAAAAABF8/ykWCDYMeke8/s72-c/IMG_1598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-7488275824172792784</id><published>2009-07-06T09:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:33:25.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant Stampede</title><content type='html'>Before this weekend, I can honestly say that everything I learned about African animals was from watching the Lion King. That has all changed. Now, let me tell you something. Disney fills your head with the good stuff, but it's all a misconception. I guess I learn better when I am in the "classroom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how many of you can say you have been face to face with a lion? Well, I have! It was GREAT. Scary, exciting, dangerous, life-changing, just incredible. I saw hundreds of zebra, buffalo, giraffe, buck, monkeys, baboons, warthogs. I mean, I saw it all! This is where you go if you want to learn the best about life in the African Wild!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's winter and the dry season, there's not a lot of water. The waterholes are all dry and it's hard to find water sources. Even the rivers have run low, but I managed to find them...even lions resting by the river. It was so great to see the male lion all regal and royal watching over his pride while they were resting. I will save you the pics of the buffalo carcass, unless you want to see it and send a special request. It was quite gross, but all a part of the circle of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlIWep7kkCI/AAAAAAAABCs/6m3kVFNNkTQ/s1600-h/IMG_1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlIWep7kkCI/AAAAAAAABCs/6m3kVFNNkTQ/s320/IMG_1189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355367622804541474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlIWeGMCFvI/AAAAAAAABCk/YrQxH1Dajzg/s1600-h/IMG_1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlIWeGMCFvI/AAAAAAAABCk/YrQxH1Dajzg/s320/IMG_1157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355367613209908978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlIWdsVcpHI/AAAAAAAABCc/REMbIYKklWY/s1600-h/IMG_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlIWdsVcpHI/AAAAAAAABCc/REMbIYKklWY/s320/IMG_1186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355367606270076018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the most exciting for me and by far the scariest was getting trapped by Hundreds...yes HUNDREDS of elephants. The elephants CHARGED the car twice. You do NOT want to play with elephants. They are HUGE. I can't believe I was so close to them. It was absolutely amazing. They are such beautiful creatures. Well, they had all their little babies with them and like any mother would be, they are so protective. It was great. Just to be in the wild and to know that you are NOT on the top of the food chain. All I can say is WOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlIY9azawMI/AAAAAAAABDM/cQc_WZ32-pY/s1600-h/IMG_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlIY9azawMI/AAAAAAAABDM/cQc_WZ32-pY/s320/IMG_0600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355370350343012546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlIY8aWcoOI/AAAAAAAABDE/HKZaNOdTpO8/s1600-h/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlIY8aWcoOI/AAAAAAAABDE/HKZaNOdTpO8/s320/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355370333041631458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlIY7oJto5I/AAAAAAAABC8/KXeGzpZgkyY/s1600-h/IMG_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlIY7oJto5I/AAAAAAAABC8/KXeGzpZgkyY/s320/IMG_0639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355370319566447506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlIY6iHWHGI/AAAAAAAABC0/lXmCei9yAH4/s1600-h/IMG_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlIY6iHWHGI/AAAAAAAABC0/lXmCei9yAH4/s320/IMG_0599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355370300766035042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hits was looking at all the babies: The little bitty (well not really) elephants, lions, warthogs, giraffes, rhinos, and baboons. Just to see them protect their little ones and searching for them was so beautiful. They were just little versions of their parents. And the warthogs, elephants and rhinos would have torn you to pieces if you even looked like you were going to bother their babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't upload every picture I have, but I promise you if you want to see the GOOD THE BAD and the UGLY, I have it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-7488275824172792784?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/7488275824172792784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=7488275824172792784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7488275824172792784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7488275824172792784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/elephant-stampede.html' title='Elephant Stampede'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlIWep7kkCI/AAAAAAAABCs/6m3kVFNNkTQ/s72-c/IMG_1189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-6024574298555398170</id><published>2009-07-02T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:49:55.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting The High School</title><content type='html'>“Krystle, have you been painting yourself or the school?” I’ve been asked this question by many people along with a chuckle. After spending a day cleaning and painting the high school science room, I was tired. But to look around at the work that we had done is phenomenal. I remember that first thought of how we will ever transform this room. It’s amazing what a fresh coat of paint, willing volunteers, and a great attitude can do. &lt;br /&gt; We had high school volunteers help as well. I can imagine the faces of the children when they return to school and see a “brand new” science lab. I am sure that our student volunteers also feel a sense of pride and have the feeling of “I DID THAT” when they walk into class for their own studies. It says a lot to take ownership. I mean, if I were a student Kwa Ntembini, I would love science from now on. &lt;br /&gt; Now although, I had more paint on my clothes, arms, face, and hair than any other person, I am sticking to the excuse that it was only for the memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-6024574298555398170?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/6024574298555398170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=6024574298555398170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/6024574298555398170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/6024574298555398170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/painting-high-school.html' title='Painting The High School'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-4590610714013553059</id><published>2009-07-01T03:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T04:27:25.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Party</title><content type='html'>Today, we went to the BEACH. It wasn't planned, but anytime you say "Let's go to the Beach." Who am I to turn it down. There's a catch....we are taking 11 hyper-active beach craved love to get up and shout kids!!!! It was GREAT!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkskLh1U9XI/AAAAAAAABBU/nt-jVod7Kus/s1600-h/IMG_1426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkskLh1U9XI/AAAAAAAABBU/nt-jVod7Kus/s320/IMG_1426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353412362539169138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkskLZt8snI/AAAAAAAABBM/kAy_xvN_3RI/s1600-h/IMG_1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkskLZt8snI/AAAAAAAABBM/kAy_xvN_3RI/s320/IMG_1424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353412360360735346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkskK70LGWI/AAAAAAAABBE/BgjB7qgWR_8/s1600-h/IMG_1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkskK70LGWI/AAAAAAAABBE/BgjB7qgWR_8/s320/IMG_1423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353412352333781346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkskKtlDo_I/AAAAAAAABA8/DZ_sSZitEpQ/s1600-h/IMG_1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkskKtlDo_I/AAAAAAAABA8/DZ_sSZitEpQ/s320/IMG_1417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353412348512281586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we get to the beach, about an hour away and then we have to HIKE to a good spot. So, remember that I told you it's winter and COLD, well, I finally get smart and layer up. Apparently, I'm not as smart as I thought- it was HOT! So picture me walking the sandy beach with tights, jeans, 2 socks, boots, camisole, long sleeve sweater, and hoodie. Yes....not too smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, walking on the beach is hard, but I had Buso with me and he walks as slow as can be. He wanted to look all around. We picked up at least one hundred seashells....all of which we eithe lost or broke by the time we got home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like we walked for miles. Turns out we did. They said we walked the beach from North to South. So, my legs are aching and I'm HOT. But it felt soooo good to just look out into the Indian Ocean. I even got my boots wet. I finally rolled up my pants and attacked the beach bare-foot. The sand felt SO good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got to a stopping point to rest and put our things. Guess who was on Lunch Duty! You guessed it- ME! I had to walk another mile to the grocery store to buy something to make lunch. So sandwiches, chips, cookies, and juice. Yes...yes...another mile hiking back with groceries. But I strategically got the 3rd lightest bag. That way I won't look like the over-achiever Super Girl nor do I look like the weakest. (I can teach you how to do those things sometime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, the kids decided to take a dip in the pool. Well, since it was an unexpected trip to the beach, no one had bathing suits. Didn't stop up though! Makaphutu kids know how to party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sksry75QkQI/AAAAAAAABCU/BOd_l-N4VWQ/s1600-h/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sksry75QkQI/AAAAAAAABCU/BOd_l-N4VWQ/s320/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353420736131272962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SksryRmW_KI/AAAAAAAABCM/9ZOcLlBFPZw/s1600-h/IMG_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SksryRmW_KI/AAAAAAAABCM/9ZOcLlBFPZw/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353420724777712802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SksryBYG0JI/AAAAAAAABCE/GgJ9HSmx82I/s1600-h/IMG_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SksryBYG0JI/AAAAAAAABCE/GgJ9HSmx82I/s320/IMG_0509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353420720422965394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-4590610714013553059?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/4590610714013553059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=4590610714013553059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4590610714013553059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4590610714013553059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/beach-party.html' title='Beach Party'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkskLh1U9XI/AAAAAAAABBU/nt-jVod7Kus/s72-c/IMG_1426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-1158549319558510634</id><published>2009-06-29T02:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:48:47.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lucky Day</title><content type='html'>Today, we went to Thousand Hills Helpers, an establishment that helps people who suffer from HIV/AIDS. They provide a clinic so people can get medicine, they provide food twice a day for people free of charge, and they have a crèche (daycare) for little children. After taking the tour, I was amazed at how organized they are and how they run the program. &lt;br /&gt;Dawn, the facilitator and the other volunteers have an attitude of giving and of helping others. I truly learned so much from her and admire her sense of duty to others. If each person does what he or she can to help others, it empowers someone else to step up and continue. These are the cycles that we need to keep alive. My only hope is that I can provide the same motivation to others in the work that I do. I have not opened any clinics nor have I impacted hundreds of people, but I would like to help one. Then two. Then so on and so forth. The work that I saw today at the community center and the commitment of each individual gave me a new sense of hope and the courage to do more. &lt;br /&gt; Everyone has a story. Some stories have good beginnings and some have sad endings. Some people’s stories make you laugh and some make you cry. Then you get a story that encourages you despite the tears and the anger and the hurt and the pain. I heard one such story. One young guy, Lucky, poured out his story, one that you can’t imagine. One that is only on a PBS special or in a book. Well, he lived it. The amazing thing is not what he did, but what he’s doing. Instead of using his story as an excuse to have a poor life being bitter, he is trying to help others avoid the same situation. He wants to become a better man. Listening to his story and looking at the gleam in his eye and the spirit within, I know that he is already the man he seeks. I know some young men that would benefit from hearing his story and maybe they would also be encouraged. &lt;br /&gt; You hear of negative things all over the world, but I saw a whole group of people who are making a change- one person at a time and I feel blessed to experience that in South Africa.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXnBaX0eiI/AAAAAAAABD8/b-MNOSmqJeY/s1600-h/IMG_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXnBaX0eiI/AAAAAAAABD8/b-MNOSmqJeY/s320/IMG_1395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356441343272188450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXnBOD9qsI/AAAAAAAABD0/ZwDkOjkyPI8/s1600-h/IMG_1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXnBOD9qsI/AAAAAAAABD0/ZwDkOjkyPI8/s320/IMG_1394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356441339967679170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXnA-Bj0jI/AAAAAAAABDs/EbmVw2Pz-AU/s1600-h/IMG_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXnA-Bj0jI/AAAAAAAABDs/EbmVw2Pz-AU/s320/IMG_1392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356441335662629426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXnAnT85JI/AAAAAAAABDk/HXfUzp1HreA/s1600-h/IMG_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXnAnT85JI/AAAAAAAABDk/HXfUzp1HreA/s320/IMG_1388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356441329565754514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXnATEGZxI/AAAAAAAABDc/P_8gUFNkq0U/s1600-h/IMG_1387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXnATEGZxI/AAAAAAAABDc/P_8gUFNkq0U/s320/IMG_1387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356441324130559762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-1158549319558510634?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/1158549319558510634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=1158549319558510634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/1158549319558510634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/1158549319558510634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/07/1000-hills-community-helpers.html' title='A Lucky Day'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SlXnBaX0eiI/AAAAAAAABD8/b-MNOSmqJeY/s72-c/IMG_1395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-402151099086145665</id><published>2009-06-26T09:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:32:31.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Flowers and Fires</title><content type='html'>If you just look at the beauty of the city. Indescribable. The beautiful hills, the sun coming up and hovering over the small houses, the rolling hills, and the beautiful people. I couldn't help but take a picture today. I looked up and it was so clear, I couldn't miss the opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTZWwBe32I/AAAAAAAAA-s/hbfaO5asf2M/s1600-h/S6302320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTZWwBe32I/AAAAAAAAA-s/hbfaO5asf2M/s320/S6302320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351641242094460770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTZWQv8jWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/En5bq9Xw_-s/s1600-h/S6302323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTZWQv8jWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/En5bq9Xw_-s/s320/S6302323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351641233699409250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there has been a great phenomenon these past few days. I have noticed that there are many fires burning EVERYWHERE. Now the first few nights, I was quite scared because it was so close to the orphanage, but when NO ONE else worries about it, you just gotta get over it. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTbK4I8BWI/AAAAAAAAA-8/JyR-cjVKETM/s1600-h/S6302356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTbK4I8BWI/AAAAAAAAA-8/JyR-cjVKETM/s320/S6302356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351643237138040162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTbKSmLHVI/AAAAAAAAA-0/FDVkcH61n7s/s1600-h/S6302355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTbKSmLHVI/AAAAAAAAA-0/FDVkcH61n7s/s320/S6302355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351643227060116818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But after seeing these all on the brush near the dirt roads, I'm sure you will see why I am taking advantage of taking pictures of the greenery here, since it will be gone soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air feels so fresh to me. I love being outside and smelling the fresh air. (I must interject and let you know that wild 'glaucoma medicine' grows here, so when the fire burns....everything BURNS. I wondered what it was...and now...I KNOW! But other than that, I have escaped the Dallas air that is so polluted. I am sure this isn't the cleanest air in the world, but goodness gracious- it's different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had a teacher training at Inkazamulu. I was able to present ways to get the focus on student learning. There are 40....yes, 40+ students in EACH classroom. Can you imagine? Well, for them, the teachers usually instruct by lecturing. The students don't get up or write on the boards, or use manipulatives for learning. They all read the same book at the same time at the same speed and with the same accent. The purpose of the training was to let them see other ways to maximize student learning by focusing on the student and letting them do more of the talking than the teacher does. I think that the training was a success. They enjoyed it and I think they were very grateful that we took the opportunity to share this with them. I do think that they especially liked the door prizes and gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very fortunate to be here and able to share what has helped me as a teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-402151099086145665?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/402151099086145665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=402151099086145665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/402151099086145665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/402151099086145665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/06/wild-flowers-and-fires.html' title='Wild Flowers and Fires'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTZWwBe32I/AAAAAAAAA-s/hbfaO5asf2M/s72-c/S6302320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-4663187680885657793</id><published>2009-06-26T02:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T03:40:16.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Night</title><content type='html'>Today, we had a big celebration for school vacation or holiday. This is winter for them....and although I've experienced some cold in my day....it's sooooo windy and quite cold for my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the kids got together and we ate SPICY HOT chicken and rice, sang songs, played games, gave encouraging speeches and just really enjoyed each other. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sksflcw-YWI/AAAAAAAABA0/mumDRePxIpY/s1600-h/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sksflcw-YWI/AAAAAAAABA0/mumDRePxIpY/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353407310297194850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SksflF0ZScI/AAAAAAAABAs/YoFbYkYxABY/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SksflF0ZScI/AAAAAAAABAs/YoFbYkYxABY/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353407304137525698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SksfkplKraI/AAAAAAAABAk/jb4QopLRjOM/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SksfkplKraI/AAAAAAAABAk/jb4QopLRjOM/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353407296557460898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SksfkJTYEDI/AAAAAAAABAc/9Bn5ldQUsuY/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SksfkJTYEDI/AAAAAAAABAc/9Bn5ldQUsuY/s320/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353407287892906034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SksfjxXRP7I/AAAAAAAABAU/F9t0mLZyXSY/s1600-h/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SksfjxXRP7I/AAAAAAAABAU/F9t0mLZyXSY/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353407281466785714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I headed to the girls cottage where they gave me a lesson on Zulu Culture. Specifically how to balance a 5 gallon jug of water on your head while walking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-I-F-F-I-C-U-L-T! No....really,I felt like my head was going to cave in. But it was great. I had girls 11 and 12 doing better than I was. Embarrassing...so I gave it another try...but I had to hold it.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sksa1k9vi-I/AAAAAAAABAM/r-A1Blwvw1k/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sksa1k9vi-I/AAAAAAAABAM/r-A1Blwvw1k/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353402089818000354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sksa1B1ybII/AAAAAAAABAE/V_IYrhi1As4/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sksa1B1ybII/AAAAAAAABAE/V_IYrhi1As4/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353402080389393538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sksa0qPTfzI/AAAAAAAAA_8/jMagojjxFrI/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sksa0qPTfzI/AAAAAAAAA_8/jMagojjxFrI/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353402074053967666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sksa0QLYhyI/AAAAAAAAA_0/g5Ouj9GjDvs/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sksa0QLYhyI/AAAAAAAAA_0/g5Ouj9GjDvs/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353402067058198306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SksaziuUJdI/AAAAAAAAA_s/fqfEdxfw7mg/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SksaziuUJdI/AAAAAAAAA_s/fqfEdxfw7mg/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353402054856680914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy spending time with the kids. It's great. They have questions about life in America are genuinely interested in how we do things. What we like? Do we do the same things they do?, etc. I listen to music on my MP3 player, but I don't bring it out, so the kids and other people won't know I have it, but when they wanted to hear Gospel and Christian Worship music, I made sure I downloaded the songs to a computer and created a CD. They were so Grateful and speechless. Sure, they have Chris Brown and know ALL of his lyrics, but to hear Kirk Franklin or Donnie McClurkin is like "WOW....." I had so many Thank you soo much Krystle, You are awesome Krystle. It seriously brought tears to my eyes. The fact that kids this age are enamored with God and want to know "what's right?" and to want to live a life pleasing to God has opened my eyes. There is a bit of conflict with their Zulu culture and some practices that some would consider witchcraft or fortune telling, but they see this and they try their hardest to be good Christians. When I say these kids are amazing....they are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-4663187680885657793?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/4663187680885657793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=4663187680885657793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4663187680885657793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4663187680885657793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/06/girls-night.html' title='Girl&apos;s Night'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sksflcw-YWI/AAAAAAAABA0/mumDRePxIpY/s72-c/IMG_0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-4144011619194183299</id><published>2009-06-25T05:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:53:25.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day in Life of a Teacher</title><content type='html'>Today at Inkazamulu, I worked in the computer lab. The school received a donation of iBuddy Computers (50 of them). They received them a few weeks ago and now they are learning how to use them. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTd38xo3XI/AAAAAAAAA_M/AZsgGUwIqvg/s1600-h/S6302294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTd38xo3XI/AAAAAAAAA_M/AZsgGUwIqvg/s320/S6302294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351646210499861874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTd3sM40WI/AAAAAAAAA_E/YYcLQA7gI8s/s1600-h/S6302291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTd3sM40WI/AAAAAAAAA_E/YYcLQA7gI8s/s320/S6302291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351646206050750818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda, the computer teacher, told me about other schools that have a need and how she works with others to help as well. She is studying to become a social worker. I have met many women who go to school for Social Work. Linda told me that helping others helps her deal with her own problems and issues because she knows that the problems out there are bigger than her own. I have to agree that there is a sense of duty, accomplishment, worth...( I don't know the word that I'd like to use, but there is a feeling that "wow, I can do to make others happy and make life easier for them") Life is so much more than what YOU can do and how to spend your time. It's also about helping others and doing for them. This reminds me of after break time. Each class has a day where the students "PICK UP PAPER" This is a part of their life skills lessons. They go around and leave the campus absolutely spotless.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTgfV_F0FI/AAAAAAAAA_k/axB8ODUVejo/s1600-h/S6302319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTgfV_F0FI/AAAAAAAAA_k/axB8ODUVejo/s320/S6302319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351649086305325138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTge2PKcbI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Xav7EgcOzyg/s1600-h/S6302318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTge2PKcbI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Xav7EgcOzyg/s320/S6302318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351649077782802866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTgen7y6LI/AAAAAAAAA_U/hsnGYllZw5A/s1600-h/S6302316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTgen7y6LI/AAAAAAAAA_U/hsnGYllZw5A/s320/S6302316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351649073943472306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish our kids in the States would do that. I would just be glad if people didn't throw their trash out of windows at least. Not too much to ask, huh?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love spending time with the kids. They have so much energy and just so happy. You say, "Do you like school?" The answer is always amanzingly "YES" while nodding with excitement. They know how important having an education is. There is such a gap between the black and white children here. Up  until recently, the black children were not "well-educated", so the jobs they can have and what they access to was and still is to a certain point very limited. I discussed with one of the teachers how we might see a change in the next few years as this generation gets older and become leaders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we have a teacher training and I hope it goes well. I want to help the teachers find effective ways to teach English to the students. They struggle with it, since it is their second language. Just today, I was speaking to a bunch of wide eyed kids who had NO idea what I was saying when I was intsructing them on how to use the computer program PAINT. But when I sang the song to them and danced....I was speaking their language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there Anybody here, who Loves my Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Is there Anbody here who loves my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know....I want to know....DO you LOVE MY LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand Up and Shout, if you love my Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and Shout, if you love my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know...I want to know..DO YOU LOVE MY LORD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang and danced the song at least, at least 15 times. TRUTHFULLY. They had fun and so did I. I can't wait til tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-4144011619194183299?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/4144011619194183299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=4144011619194183299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4144011619194183299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4144011619194183299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-in-life-of-teacher.html' title='Day in Life of a Teacher'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SkTd38xo3XI/AAAAAAAAA_M/AZsgGUwIqvg/s72-c/S6302294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-2014445904032503337</id><published>2009-06-22T07:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:01:27.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inkazamulu</title><content type='html'>I went to "work" at school for the first time today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students, teachers, and everyone in between tried to talk to me, but thought I was ignoring them. No...not that...I just had NO idea they were talking to me. I also had to learn the "secret handshake". Funny, huh. They all shake my hand the way you would shake it for a Zulu person. I guess I'm in the IN CROWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school is grade R (kinder) to grade 4. I visited just about each class and it was interesting to see the difference in the English levels. Some of them just nodded to EVERYTHING because they didn't understand. Others, just spoke in Zulu whether you could understand it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off the day in Assembly. The kids come together to sing songs and pray before the day begins. The singing is lovely. They all hold a tune! American Idol- look out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, they start their lessons. The kids actually SIT down, RESPOND, stay ENGAGED and PAY ATTENTION in class. Wow....I only see that on TV! Like Leave it to Beaver TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now once 10:30 hit, it's time for LUNCH BREAK, and that's a whole different story. The kids serve themselves soup/vegetable abd rice. It's quite impressive how they manage themselves during this time. They only have 30 minutes to eat and play all wrapped into one.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sj9_tRtSwGI/AAAAAAAAA-E/UESRr8k1iUo/s1600-h/S6302285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sj9_tRtSwGI/AAAAAAAAA-E/UESRr8k1iUo/s320/S6302285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350135298163654754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sj9_s8ilnZI/AAAAAAAAA90/rB1O9gGYGuM/s1600-h/S6302284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sj9_s8ilnZI/AAAAAAAAA90/rB1O9gGYGuM/s320/S6302284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350135292481609106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sj9_sUdrvRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/N1_QnICV3z4/s1600-h/S6302288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sj9_sUdrvRI/AAAAAAAAA9s/N1_QnICV3z4/s320/S6302288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350135281723620626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update more as I go along for you. Please understand, that although things are different, they have a system that works. In these schools, social and life skills are just as important as academics. It's a wonderful thing when you want to raise life long learners and productive citizens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-2014445904032503337?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/2014445904032503337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=2014445904032503337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/2014445904032503337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/2014445904032503337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/06/inkazamulu.html' title='Inkazamulu'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Sj9_tRtSwGI/AAAAAAAAA-E/UESRr8k1iUo/s72-c/S6302285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-7383804365148922519</id><published>2009-06-19T03:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:12:35.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day on the Job!</title><content type='html'>Wow, today was the true Test! I woke up at 6AM. It's not that it's a problem, but it was DARK. Technically, it gets darks at 6:00 so it's dark for 12 or more hours. So even at night when I felt that I should be in bed, it was ONLY 7:00. I was able to go on a bus run. We pick up the kids to go to the daycare each morning, while we dro off the kids from the orphanage. So at any given time, there are about 40 kids on a 12 passenger van...You're right, the math DOESN'T add up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is the wonderful view of The Valley of a Thousand Hills, South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtQm4sedbI/AAAAAAAAA8M/hTYGJj2jwBM/s1600-h/S6302194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtQm4sedbI/AAAAAAAAA8M/hTYGJj2jwBM/s320/S6302194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348957611416778162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtQmuUSVWI/AAAAAAAAA8E/e5E_GdCvgOA/s1600-h/S6302189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtQmuUSVWI/AAAAAAAAA8E/e5E_GdCvgOA/s320/S6302189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348957608630965602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtQmRkdPzI/AAAAAAAAA78/U6AyEA-COF4/s1600-h/S6302192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtQmRkdPzI/AAAAAAAAA78/U6AyEA-COF4/s320/S6302192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348957600914161458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtQmOuXHyI/AAAAAAAAA70/-3CFkiqBx0g/s1600-h/S6302193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtQmOuXHyI/AAAAAAAAA70/-3CFkiqBx0g/s320/S6302193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348957600150396706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtQlpQj59I/AAAAAAAAA7s/uehb-vYTWTQ/s1600-h/S6302188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtQlpQj59I/AAAAAAAAA7s/uehb-vYTWTQ/s320/S6302188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348957590093293522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink buildings are Makaphutu Children's Village. You can see it from miles away and when I look over the hills, I can ALWAYS pinpoint where I am -kind of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the school, Inkazimulo, I will work at during the days. They just painted it blue. Colorful, this Africa! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtSdfFXqHI/AAAAAAAAA8c/OvSf1kzj3Fc/s1600-h/S6302186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtSdfFXqHI/AAAAAAAAA8c/OvSf1kzj3Fc/s320/S6302186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348959648946301042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtSdAZyCpI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ODwRaE3C7YM/s1600-h/S6302187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtSdAZyCpI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ODwRaE3C7YM/s320/S6302187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348959640710417042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had some down time, we had PLAY TIME. There is a built in trampoline and it is SUPER FUN. Oh my goodness. The kids are teaching me how to do a front and back flip. Here's the thing- my time line is to do either before I leave. That gives me seven more weeks! After twenty minutes of jumping, I just couldn't take anymore. You feel like you are flying, and it's UNNATURAL for humans to fly!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtUr_xdrpI/AAAAAAAAA9E/qUaW3pijWGw/s1600-h/S6302209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtUr_xdrpI/AAAAAAAAA9E/qUaW3pijWGw/s320/S6302209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348962097262603922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtUrWOLdYI/AAAAAAAAA88/eBFvKKsE0yY/s1600-h/S6302222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtUrWOLdYI/AAAAAAAAA88/eBFvKKsE0yY/s320/S6302222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348962086108755330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtUrHhQKII/AAAAAAAAA80/zbh9DhNt9Ig/s1600-h/S6302204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtUrHhQKII/AAAAAAAAA80/zbh9DhNt9Ig/s320/S6302204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348962082162223234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtUq46zGiI/AAAAAAAAA8s/pmff6Dokn7Y/s1600-h/S6302203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtUq46zGiI/AAAAAAAAA8s/pmff6Dokn7Y/s320/S6302203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348962078242839074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtUqqZmMgI/AAAAAAAAA8k/eY0r44QH3IY/s1600-h/S6302198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtUqqZmMgI/AAAAAAAAA8k/eY0r44QH3IY/s320/S6302198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348962074345484802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the cottages with some of the kids, we watched SOCCER. The ONLY sport to watch, helped with dinner, and folded clothes. It was awesome! Now, see these perfectly diced onions and peppers....I DID THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtWNrL4HHI/AAAAAAAAA9k/JK6UcIGFz04/s1600-h/S6302254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtWNrL4HHI/AAAAAAAAA9k/JK6UcIGFz04/s320/S6302254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348963775363423346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtWNAew0JI/AAAAAAAAA9c/RmqTsZuxaII/s1600-h/S6302251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtWNAew0JI/AAAAAAAAA9c/RmqTsZuxaII/s320/S6302251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348963763899912338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtWM3ci59I/AAAAAAAAA9U/Y6gd1H74vSo/s1600-h/S6302247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtWM3ci59I/AAAAAAAAA9U/Y6gd1H74vSo/s320/S6302247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348963761474693074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtWMkZ1bVI/AAAAAAAAA9M/szIQEBZ0Tx4/s1600-h/S6302246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtWMkZ1bVI/AAAAAAAAA9M/szIQEBZ0Tx4/s320/S6302246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348963756363050322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-7383804365148922519?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/7383804365148922519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=7383804365148922519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7383804365148922519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7383804365148922519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-on-job.html' title='First Day on the Job!'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtQm4sedbI/AAAAAAAAA8M/hTYGJj2jwBM/s72-c/S6302194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-326979142583747878</id><published>2009-06-18T04:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T04:26:38.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Today?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Ask me the day, date, and time? My answer is- I DON'T KNOW! Someone get me a calendar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a plane or in between cities for 3 days. Crazy! So, I'm a little mixed up. Now, I do know that I am 7 hours ahead of you Texas folks though! So, mid-day when I am up and at em ready for the world, you guys will be sleeping. But if you truly loved me, you'd wake up from your sleep and talk to me on the phone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to Durban, South Africa and took a 45 minute ride to The Valley of a Thousand Hills, South Africa at about 12:00 in the afternoon. You wanna know what I did next? You guessed it, I went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know what time I woke up? Nope...you're close though. I woke up at 10:30 PM. So, it's all dark and all I hear are dogs barking and singing...like truly serenading me. So I decide the only thing I can do is....you guessed it. Sleep some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now exploring Hillcrest, the nearest city to use the computers and go grocery shopping. It's amazing how there are differences, but you can truly survive because life and living is the same, we just do it in different ways. Don't get me started on crossing the street. That whole "wrong side of the road thing" is no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep in touch soon. Even though it is winter break, I think I will still have an opportunity to work in the Cretsch (daycare), they play in the cottage below me, so you can hear them VERY well. I look forward to being with them this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have time now since I am not working at the school. My time might decrease on the computer as time goes by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-326979142583747878?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/326979142583747878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=326979142583747878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/326979142583747878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/326979142583747878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-today.html' title='What&apos;s Today?!?!?'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-6467068765679816364</id><published>2009-06-16T01:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T03:31:10.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany!</title><content type='html'>Wow, after a 12 hour stay in Germany, I am T-I-R-E-D! &lt;br /&gt;I exhanged my  money for Euros and I KNOW that technically it is euro not dollars, but when I look at things, I would still get confused. But there are times when I wonder if I was "taken". I paid 9.10 Euros for a train ticket, but which I guess would be like 15 US dollars. But, now that I think of it...that's a LOT of money! But oh well, you live, you learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany is soooooooooooooooooo beautiful. The weather is gorgeous. People walk A LOT or ride their bikes and it's so cute. I didn't take many pictures here, I just went to the center of the city in Frankfurt. I went to the park and passed by the zoo. I even went to the mall, which was HUGE. They had 5 stories! Crazy huh! The first picture is of the judicial building and the second picture shows the apartments near the park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtKWJNow4I/AAAAAAAAA7M/ynE1lbpN7Mw/s1600-h/S6302180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtKWJNow4I/AAAAAAAAA7M/ynE1lbpN7Mw/s400/S6302180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348950726723289986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtKV2IaBFI/AAAAAAAAA7E/yIIlW68Zx8U/s1600-h/S6302181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtKV2IaBFI/AAAAAAAAA7E/yIIlW68Zx8U/s400/S6302181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348950721601078354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at this cute cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtMLcIGV3I/AAAAAAAAA7k/1e04FLzfzU8/s1600-h/S6302183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtMLcIGV3I/AAAAAAAAA7k/1e04FLzfzU8/s400/S6302183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348952741845030770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cute and looked so cozy, I had to stop in. Look at what I ordered. Now, I have NO idea what I ordered. I mean really....I don't speak German!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtLK4DUbKI/AAAAAAAAA7U/EuX51RRU1f8/s1600-h/S6302182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtLK4DUbKI/AAAAAAAAA7U/EuX51RRU1f8/s400/S6302182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348951632649677986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what she told me was NOT what I ate, but it wasn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtLrg987yI/AAAAAAAAA7c/tXGnATxEr1M/s1600-h/S6302185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtLrg987yI/AAAAAAAAA7c/tXGnATxEr1M/s400/S6302185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348952193388834594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm off to another 10 hour flight to South Africa! Here we go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-6467068765679816364?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/6467068765679816364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=6467068765679816364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/6467068765679816364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/6467068765679816364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2009/06/germany.html' title='Germany!'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SjtKWJNow4I/AAAAAAAAA7M/ynE1lbpN7Mw/s72-c/S6302180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-5813019784167360821</id><published>2008-07-14T13:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:23:05.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tejana Krystlita!</title><content type='html'>Mis amigos, gracias para su comprehension y para esperando. Lo siento porque no quise tomarlos fotos. Yo tuve cirugia y parezco muy (eww). No creo que voy a escribir mucho en este blog. Pero, puedo ponerlo fotos de mi familia y mi vida de Dallas. Espero que les gusta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos de una "cowgirl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SHugKidTTMI/AAAAAAAAAnM/7akgR9rcrxM/s1600-h/S6300749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SHugKidTTMI/AAAAAAAAAnM/7akgR9rcrxM/s400/S6300749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222944295775063234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SHugLUpos0I/AAAAAAAAAnU/pK1vcXyr2VA/s1600-h/S6300750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SHugLUpos0I/AAAAAAAAAnU/pK1vcXyr2VA/s400/S6300750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222944309248570178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SHugL6BpZ2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/ts6SnmH9SaA/s1600-h/S6300751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SHugL6BpZ2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/ts6SnmH9SaA/s400/S6300751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222944319281391458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SHugMBwK8WI/AAAAAAAAAnk/zq4uxxykDdY/s1600-h/S6300760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SHugMBwK8WI/AAAAAAAAAnk/zq4uxxykDdY/s400/S6300760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222944321355575650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SHugMm0rl_I/AAAAAAAAAns/FecDHxv9ITE/s1600-h/S6300762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SHugMm0rl_I/AAAAAAAAAns/FecDHxv9ITE/s400/S6300762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222944331306604530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-5813019784167360821?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/5813019784167360821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=5813019784167360821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/5813019784167360821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/5813019784167360821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-in-dallas.html' title='Tejana Krystlita!'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SHugKidTTMI/AAAAAAAAAnM/7akgR9rcrxM/s72-c/S6300749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-965619155190249540</id><published>2008-05-28T19:28:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T12:58:01.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF-End of the Year Party</title><content type='html'>Well, you know teachers have to let their hair down sometimes! During the year, usually after report cards, we all get together to celebrate the end of a trimester. This time, we went to Maria Gloria's (5th grade spanish teacher) house. It is ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS. She said she'd save a bedroom for me whenever I wanted. I seriously think I might take her up on that offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Grub....none other than SUSHI....yes sushi. Do I like sushi...Not really. I don't like the seaweed part and it's rude to unroll it, so what's the point. But when you're hungry and that's all you have, you kind of take what you can get. It actually looks pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEtYpuK5axI/AAAAAAAAAmM/LHZy-bNGPNk/s1600-h/Sushi+Platter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEtYpuK5axI/AAAAAAAAAmM/LHZy-bNGPNk/s400/Sushi+Platter.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209354867775728402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now of course you know EVERYBODY dug in quick, fast, and in a hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEtZ60XTSJI/AAAAAAAAAmU/_yU49DIv9ds/s1600-h/Sushi+Party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEtZ60XTSJI/AAAAAAAAAmU/_yU49DIv9ds/s400/Sushi+Party.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209356261007771794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating, Shooting the Breeze, and Having a Ball&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEwaYIiM33I/AAAAAAAAAmc/ek3ZOEWyVpI/s1600-h/DSC00424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEwaYIiM33I/AAAAAAAAAmc/ek3ZOEWyVpI/s400/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209567870870937458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEwaY7ry9eI/AAAAAAAAAmk/yI16plwmCZk/s1600-h/DSC00423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEwaY7ry9eI/AAAAAAAAAmk/yI16plwmCZk/s400/DSC00423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209567884601390562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEwaZT7yU7I/AAAAAAAAAms/RuD3KKtDrTY/s1600-h/DSC00425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEwaZT7yU7I/AAAAAAAAAms/RuD3KKtDrTY/s400/DSC00425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209567891110908850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEwaZ50TNRI/AAAAAAAAAm0/t7yKA525hyk/s1600-h/DSC00426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEwaZ50TNRI/AAAAAAAAAm0/t7yKA525hyk/s400/DSC00426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209567901280056594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEwaaWNph1I/AAAAAAAAAm8/0zKqmGWb6E8/s1600-h/DSC00428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEwaaWNph1I/AAAAAAAAAm8/0zKqmGWb6E8/s400/DSC00428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209567908902569810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides hanging out with friends and chilling out and laughing and joking...we passed time with a little Karaoke....and I had a BLAST. If you know me....you know KARAOKE is my thing. It was difficult with the Spanish songs, but I tried my best. If they had a little Selena, I'm sure I really could have "raised the roof", but because these people are sooooo into stereotypes and to see have a good laugh, they chose "ACHY BREAKY HEART" by Billy Ray Cyrus. Now I remember that song from the 90s. I knew it was a one-hit wonder and all I knew was the chorus, but they thought it would be so funny to see a COWGIRL like me sing a HONKY TONK song like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEwdBjLerdI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Apa-oXeUXKY/s1600-h/DSC00430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEwdBjLerdI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Apa-oXeUXKY/s400/DSC00430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209570781421284818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that I actually totally ROCKED that song! Get ready, when I come home....SOMEBODY has to take me out for some KARAOKE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-965619155190249540?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/965619155190249540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=965619155190249540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/965619155190249540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/965619155190249540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2008/05/tgif-end-of-year-party.html' title='TGIF-End of the Year Party'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SEtYpuK5axI/AAAAAAAAAmM/LHZy-bNGPNk/s72-c/Sushi+Platter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-8012396879441425574</id><published>2008-05-23T19:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:39:21.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulluahua Crater</title><content type='html'>One of the best things about going on field trips is the break from school and an opportunity to learn more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the worst things about going on field trips is chaperoning 40 students and having them sing rock songs on the entire one hour trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Pulluahua, which is an hour away, and it was absolutely beautiful. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENCMkP0CaI/AAAAAAAAAk0/KOgLXiVcTSc/s1600-h/S6300637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENCMkP0CaI/AAAAAAAAAk0/KOgLXiVcTSc/s400/S6300637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207078377826290082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of only two craters that is still inhabited. The volcano is still active and it's amazing to see. It's really good in the morning and by the time, I really got to snapping....this is what it looked like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENFj0P0CbI/AAAAAAAAAk8/KvrEhquwrVk/s1600-h/S6300644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENFj0P0CbI/AAAAAAAAAk8/KvrEhquwrVk/s400/S6300644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207082075793131954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENFkUP0CcI/AAAAAAAAAlE/1WkRtU5ajZ8/s1600-h/S6300646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENFkUP0CcI/AAAAAAAAAlE/1WkRtU5ajZ8/s400/S6300646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207082084383066562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes approximately 2 1/2 hours to hike up and out of the crater. I can only imagine what it's like for these people to go to grocery stores or anywhere else for that matter. We did a little hiking ourselves. When a few of the students couldn't go anymore...I of course was more than happy to escort them on the way down. It was muddy and tiring. That was only an hour walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a good time! I guess field trips aren't that bad...the students seemed to have a blast!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENVhUP0CdI/AAAAAAAAAlM/sYnQvAZpo0k/s1600-h/Laura,Camila,Bernarda,Geovanna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENVhUP0CdI/AAAAAAAAAlM/sYnQvAZpo0k/s400/Laura,Camila,Bernarda,Geovanna.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207099625029503442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENVh0P0CeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Ln5HPTKRKkA/s1600-h/Maria+Victoria,Angelita,Sofia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENVh0P0CeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Ln5HPTKRKkA/s400/Maria+Victoria,Angelita,Sofia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207099633619438050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENViEP0CfI/AAAAAAAAAlc/QMLTzcMP_IQ/s1600-h/Vladimir,JuanJuavier,Gabriel,Raphael.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENViEP0CfI/AAAAAAAAAlc/QMLTzcMP_IQ/s400/Vladimir,JuanJuavier,Gabriel,Raphael.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207099637914405362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a museum that we didn't get a chance to visit, but it's a good thing we didn't. We barely made it back to school on time. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENcSEP0CgI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ituc1DMUdcU/s1600-h/Museum+Entrance.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENcSEP0CgI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ituc1DMUdcU/s400/Museum+Entrance.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207107059617892866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENcSkP0ChI/AAAAAAAAAls/e1Dojat8KYs/s1600-h/S6300634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENcSkP0ChI/AAAAAAAAAls/e1Dojat8KYs/s400/S6300634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207107068207827474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENcTEP0CiI/AAAAAAAAAl0/nWdV1fuPzOg/s1600-h/S6300636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENcTEP0CiI/AAAAAAAAAl0/nWdV1fuPzOg/s400/S6300636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207107076797762082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENcTUP0CjI/AAAAAAAAAl8/M_QxpP5h-Rw/s1600-h/S6300643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENcTUP0CjI/AAAAAAAAAl8/M_QxpP5h-Rw/s400/S6300643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207107081092729394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENcT0P0CkI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8_nJSdF8tVA/s1600-h/S6300645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENcT0P0CkI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8_nJSdF8tVA/s400/S6300645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207107089682664002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change my mind...the best thing about a field trip is that it can last all day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-8012396879441425574?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/8012396879441425574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=8012396879441425574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8012396879441425574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8012396879441425574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2008/05/pulluahua-crater.html' title='Pulluahua Crater'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SENCMkP0CaI/AAAAAAAAAk0/KOgLXiVcTSc/s72-c/S6300637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-2614170332376936914</id><published>2008-04-18T10:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:02:09.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock On</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Cheverisimo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo fui al concierto de Mana. Mana es un grupo de hombres muy chevere! Son Mexicanos y cantan buenisimo!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAjHeUWv5PI/AAAAAAAAAks/_SOu7AOXEEI/s1600-h/mana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAjHeUWv5PI/AAAAAAAAAks/_SOu7AOXEEI/s400/mana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190617894218622194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when one of my friends (admirer really started to sing &lt;em&gt;Bendita La Luz&lt;/em&gt;. It is such a beautiful song and I decided to hear other songs by this group. Then I started listening and realized...Hey I like this! Now of course, it's quite difficult to understand ALL of the words (but honestly, I don't understand all the words in English either). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the next best thing. When you have no one else in the world...you always have GOOGLE. So, I saved all of the lyrics and sing along. It really helps for comprehension and learning the words. They have easily become my favorite group and I listen to them EVERY day. They make me want to dance and sing and shout. It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana is a Mexican Rock group that has been around for over 20 years...yes...20 years. They are loved by the young and old alike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's where it gets interesting: I got VIP tickets....(I'm not bragging, but hey, VIP sounds pretty cool to say), however VIP doesn't really mean the same thing as I thought. I pictured sitting in a breserved area with space, and people selling water and goodies. I thought VIP stood for VERY IMPORTANT PEOPLE, but nope...I think here it means VERY INTENSE PAIN. I stood up for over 4 hours! My feet were killing me. I have had elbows put a dents in every inch of my body, and I have enough menthol in my lungs that I should wear a nicotine patch. I am not sure if it was better to have VIP or General (sitting far away from trouble)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure we have all done something illegal. But what is illegal really. Now, I am quite sure I can tell you what I shouldn't do in the States, but here, I can claim ignorance. My friend and I could not get tickets....the cheapest ones were $125 for a Gold Box (which is not in a box at all...you are just blocked off with the other 200 people who bought GOLD BOX). I'm sorry...I'm not paying for any "boxes". We decided we wouldn't get a chance to go....&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND: Hey, Krystle...what about going really early to the stadium....and buying a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;KRYSTLE: What do you mean? You mean buy it from a scalper?&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND: What's a scalper?&lt;br /&gt;KRYSTLE: Nevermind. You mean buy it on the street from a non authorized vendor?&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND: Sure, yeah...it's worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;KRYSTLE: Isn't that illegal....NO NO NO Don't tell me!&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND: Okay, see you Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I got there, she scored 2 tickets for HALF the price....well when someone sells it much cheaper than what they bought it for...you get nervous. Right before going in, I was nervous because what if they are fake, or what if they are marked and we go to jail! ARGHH....I can't believe I am doing this...what's going to happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen trash before...come on...of course...but it was a mess. People throwing their $1 beer bottles and trash on the street, not to mention the horses and dogs (BIG DOGS)...it was getting crazier and crazier. But the other good thing about being VIP is you have your own entrance door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give them my ticket, and they take my ticket and move me to the side...they move my guy friend and my girl friend to opposite sides. I was sure that they were going to lock us up then and there. No one said a word. Just then I feel hands patting me down and then "Sigue no mas" (Go ahead). We made it....We actually made it. There were no problems...Lesson #37: If you get paranoid easily, do not partake in illegal activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got in, I just felt the fire. I was soooo on fire. This is really my first "REAL CONCERT". I had taken a shot at going to a summer jam concert that I don't remember like 10 years ago and I didn't want to go( My friend dragged me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was truly amazing. The solos by the drummer and guitarists and the singing, and the effects, the songs, the performance...todos....todas fue chevere. I was impressed and hanging on to every word. Honestly, I did think about something....the performers at a concert can change the world. When they tell you to repeat after them...you do it. They tell you to raise your hands....you do it...I bet if they wanted you to throw a dollar on stage...people would do that too. I fell for it. I was jumping up and down like I understood everything. Honestly, they could be singing "Krystle is an idiot" and I would still be going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER EVER forget this concert! I even connected with my students. When they found out I went, we started a non stop concert at school singing Mana songs and revisiting our night...I'm just glad I didn't see them the night of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, take away the trash, the smoke, the being trampled and poked, and the yelling and screaming...I had a wonderful time. I felt like I was the Rock Star I was born to be. My studying the lyrics really paid off....really paid off. Though there were a few errors, I think I pulled it off as a Rockin' Ecuadoriana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy one of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8C9IohYrHg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8C9IohYrHg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/clbG4r1di2U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/clbG4r1di2U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-2614170332376936914?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/2614170332376936914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=2614170332376936914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/2614170332376936914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/2614170332376936914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2008/04/rock-on.html' title='Rock On'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAjHeUWv5PI/AAAAAAAAAks/_SOu7AOXEEI/s72-c/mana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-4226314945458543834</id><published>2008-03-29T18:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:05:30.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Throw "Krystle" From the Train</title><content type='html'>While on my Trip to what I thought was Cotopaxi...all I thought about was the Movie with Danny Devito and Billy Crystal &lt;em&gt;Throw Momma from the Train&lt;/em&gt;. Why? Because I was actually riding on top of a moving train. Not that scary, but now looking back at it...that's pretty daring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when my friend Joanna and I wanted to go horseback riding around the Volcano Cotopaxi. She was about to leave and wanted to do as many things as possible. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFM-EWv5AI/AAAAAAAAAi0/NOPcPWLfJFo/s1600-h/300px-Cotopaxi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFM-EWv5AI/AAAAAAAAAi0/NOPcPWLfJFo/s320/300px-Cotopaxi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188512874912277506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's so beautiful. Who wouln't want to ride around a part of the Pacific Ring of Fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided instead of taking a bus (as usual), let's live on the wild side and take the train. Sure they derail and are totally uncomfortable (we're not talking AMTRAK), but what the hey...nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to get up Super Early and this is right after my Galapagos Trip, so I didn't really get a chance to rest. So in my defense, this picture looks bad because it was early and I really did look bad!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFRfUWv5CI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Wk5WtFVBEjg/s1600-h/Looking+out+of+Train.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFRfUWv5CI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Wk5WtFVBEjg/s320/Looking+out+of+Train.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188517844189439010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are expecting a 3 hour train ride, since of course, it's about 3 hours away. After about an hour, the train stops. EVERYONE on the train is wondering why we are stopping at a station....since when do they take restroom breaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out...we aren't going to the Cotopaxi Volcano....we are going to Cotopaxi Train Station (which is an hour away in car) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFThkWv5DI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6RHji0GXWyk/s1600-h/S6300557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFThkWv5DI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6RHji0GXWyk/s320/S6300557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188520081867400242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they provide transportation for those who want to go to Cotopaxi....a Truck. $5 per person, not to mention a $10 entrance fee to Cotopaxi Park. I hadn't planned on spending $20.00 for this trip. Now I know it sounds weird and you think I must be crazy to not take a trip for under $20.00, but here in Ecuador, that's highway robbery. This was the truck, that I was EXPECTED to ride in the back of along with 20 other people. Umm....this excitement was staged for the picture!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFU50Wv5EI/AAAAAAAAAjU/knCCNIBIluc/s1600-h/S6300559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFU50Wv5EI/AAAAAAAAAjU/knCCNIBIluc/s320/S6300559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188521597990855746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of hitching the ride, why not go into what seems like a nice little park to spend 3 1/2 hours (that were originally meant for horseback riding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to El Boliche (A Park that is a real tourist magnet....sarcasm....)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFXgUWv5FI/AAAAAAAAAjc/G7zjG8WhPs0/s1600-h/S6300558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFXgUWv5FI/AAAAAAAAAjc/G7zjG8WhPs0/s320/S6300558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188524458439074898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't sooo bad to spend our time. We saw lots of llamas and hiked through brush, leaves, and mud.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFcQkWv5GI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Y5SERS3piB8/s1600-h/S6300579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFcQkWv5GI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Y5SERS3piB8/s320/S6300579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188529685414274146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFcREWv5HI/AAAAAAAAAjs/zHJsSuIO3g0/s1600-h/S6300581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFcREWv5HI/AAAAAAAAAjs/zHJsSuIO3g0/s320/S6300581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188529694004208754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFcSEWv5II/AAAAAAAAAj0/ojWYi6tWAeo/s1600-h/S6300575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFcSEWv5II/AAAAAAAAAj0/ojWYi6tWAeo/s320/S6300575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188529711184077954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFcTUWv5JI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZyWnHD0VIfY/s1600-h/S6300585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFcTUWv5JI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ZyWnHD0VIfY/s320/S6300585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188529732658914450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFcUEWv5KI/AAAAAAAAAkE/M_7-Fzy8-Ng/s1600-h/S6300604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFcUEWv5KI/AAAAAAAAAkE/M_7-Fzy8-Ng/s320/S6300604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188529745543816354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a museum, which was pretty cool...but remember how I said it was a really big tourist site. Well, I'm not the smartest button on the sweater, but I don't think they get too much business around there. It was a nice small museum that provided warmth.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFdyUWv5LI/AAAAAAAAAkM/xF6ITq_fqCg/s1600-h/S6300573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFdyUWv5LI/AAAAAAAAAkM/xF6ITq_fqCg/s200/S6300573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188531364746486962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was really COLD there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way: This is a model from the museum showing where we were and where we thought we were going.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFp50Wv5OI/AAAAAAAAAkk/jtRCyUDJIHE/s1600-h/S6300572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFp50Wv5OI/AAAAAAAAAkk/jtRCyUDJIHE/s320/S6300572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188544687735039202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it was time to go, we decided to ride on top of the train. It wasn't any warmer, but you only get one chance to ride on the top of a train. There is NO WAY you could get away with that in the US....people would sue them just for the wind getting in their faces!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFi9UWv5MI/AAAAAAAAAkU/75xFjP2Ny6U/s1600-h/On+top+of+El+Tren+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFi9UWv5MI/AAAAAAAAAkU/75xFjP2Ny6U/s200/On+top+of+El+Tren+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188537051283186882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this was technically the highlight of our trip. The interesting thing is what happened while on top of the train. We saw some beautiful sights and of course took picture after picture and video after video. So, again, I tell you that I'm not the smartest button on the sweater nor am I the smartest weathergirl! I &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; that it rains in Quito every afternoon. I &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; this...I've been living here for like 8 months. For some reason, I forgot this small stormy detail while on top of the train. I did however bring a poncho...but honestly, COLD, RAIN, and a Plastic PONCHO didn't make anything any better. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFkrUWv5NI/AAAAAAAAAkc/hNFFYP1AGYo/s1600-h/On+Top+of+El+Tren.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFkrUWv5NI/AAAAAAAAAkc/hNFFYP1AGYo/s200/On+Top+of+El+Tren.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188538941068797138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pants were soaking wet! It was horrible....It is not a good idea to get jeans wet. We all were kicking on the train so they would stop. "Pare, Pare, Pare". Finally, the train stopped (brakes weren't so great) and I was the first one to high tail it off. There was no ladder, but I showed off my acrobatic skills and did a double somersault into the train. My primary focus was to get out of the rain. I can't believe that even now, I think that is probably one of the most exciting and dangerous things that I've ever done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I don't think I want to hear anything else about ANYBODY being thrown from a Train again! I have a different perspective on train rides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-4226314945458543834?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/4226314945458543834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=4226314945458543834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4226314945458543834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4226314945458543834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-throw-krystle-from-train.html' title='Don&apos;t Throw &quot;Krystle&quot; From the Train'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SAFM-EWv5AI/AAAAAAAAAi0/NOPcPWLfJFo/s72-c/300px-Cotopaxi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-8025751903745369596</id><published>2008-03-27T23:16:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:26:44.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios Galapagos (sniff, sniff, tear, tear)</title><content type='html'>After 5 days of basking in the sun (not one of my favorite things actually), getting a tan, sweating...sorry...glistening in the sun, and getting eaten by mosquitoes, I had to say Goodbyeto one of the best places on Earth! Sniff Sniff. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GEWPXRyjI/AAAAAAAAAes/VeSYT9DUQxY/s1600-h/Leaving+Galapagos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GEWPXRyjI/AAAAAAAAAes/VeSYT9DUQxY/s400/Leaving+Galapagos.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184070163696306738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Galapagos Islands are absolutely beautiful. I had such an amazing time and it was definitely a vacation to remember forever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I can start at the beginning though, huh. Here's the story of a lovely lady...who was ready for a vacation of her own...she packed her bags, her repellent and swimsuit...not the skimpy kind. (Did you get it...try it again to the Brady Bunch tune)...okay, back to the subject at hand........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a long awaited exciting adventure to the Galapagos Islands, I finally got my wish. I have been excited about the trip for so long and nothing can compare to one of my first views from the plane. It was absolutely amazing! From miles away, I knew I was in for the time of my life!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-_CDPXRyNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/oMhmORURfHQ/s1600-h/Galapagos+from+Airplane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-_CDPXRyNI/AAAAAAAAAcE/oMhmORURfHQ/s400/Galapagos+from+Airplane.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183575057046292690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to tell, but it's hard to decide where to begin. When I got to the island, I saw penguins, sea lions, crabs, herons, pelicans...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GT6fXRyoI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ShdIGOTOjec/s1600-h/Resting+Sea+Lions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GT6fXRyoI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ShdIGOTOjec/s400/Resting+Sea+Lions.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184087279140981378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GVb_XRypI/AAAAAAAAAfc/CxmG41Nptog/s1600-h/Crabs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GVb_XRypI/AAAAAAAAAfc/CxmG41Nptog/s400/Crabs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184088954178226834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GXffXRyqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/W4CiW-H4c7A/s1600-h/Feeding+Time.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GXffXRyqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/W4CiW-H4c7A/s400/Feeding+Time.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184091213331024546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GY1fXRyrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/uFhRRsZJDKo/s1600-h/Blue+Heron.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GY1fXRyrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/uFhRRsZJDKo/s400/Blue+Heron.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184092690799774386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the famous BLUE FOOTED BOOBIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GbuvXRytI/AAAAAAAAAf8/3AZBw5wywzY/s1600-h/Blue+Footed+Boobies+(Good+Pic2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GbuvXRytI/AAAAAAAAAf8/3AZBw5wywzY/s400/Blue+Footed+Boobies+(Good+Pic2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184095873370540754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to Isla Isabela (the largest Island) and spent a lot of time going to this Island, but I actually enjoyed the ferry rides and watching the animals in the shallow waters. The next day, we went hiking. We went to Volcan Sierra Negra which is one of the most active volcanoes on the Islands. Now, it can be quite difficult to understand and interpret information when it is delivered in spanish, however, that wasn't the case this time. I just forgot some stuff! However, I do remember that it last erupted in 2005 and before that...1979! The volcano left this huge crater. Just miles of this.....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GJF_XRykI/AAAAAAAAAe0/agpfuC8tgok/s1600-h/Sierra+Negra+Crater+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GJF_XRykI/AAAAAAAAAe0/agpfuC8tgok/s400/Sierra+Negra+Crater+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184075382081571394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did more hiking and saw huge lava tunnels and it was absolutely amazing. Just looking over the the edges and into desert area, water, different layers of rocks/lava...it was absolutely breath-taking.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GNL_XRylI/AAAAAAAAAe8/MOhfMt7S20I/s1600-h/Climbing+Through+Ash.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GNL_XRylI/AAAAAAAAAe8/MOhfMt7S20I/s400/Climbing+Through+Ash.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184079883207297618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I went camping. Now it was sooo cool. Of course the mosquitoes had a nice feast, but I was so amazed by the scenery, the flowers, the trees, the fruits, etc. It was great. Now the coolest thing about this place was........THE SHOWER! Look at how cool. First you go through the entrance into a winding hibiscus tree until you get to the shower. Look at the shell (pointed out by the red arrow). Well that's where the water comes out. The yellow arrow points to what gave me my cold water. Still cool though, huh!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GQtvXRymI/AAAAAAAAAfE/cpNn2g-9K2A/s1600-h/Entrance+to+Shower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GQtvXRymI/AAAAAAAAAfE/cpNn2g-9K2A/s400/Entrance+to+Shower.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184083761562765922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GQuPXRynI/AAAAAAAAAfM/afXXBcnBpYw/s1600-h/Shower+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GQuPXRynI/AAAAAAAAAfM/afXXBcnBpYw/s400/Shower+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184083770152700530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end that here because I know you had a lot to wrap your mind around thus far, so just check back for Galapagos Part II.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-8025751903745369596?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/8025751903745369596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=8025751903745369596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8025751903745369596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8025751903745369596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2008/03/adios-galapagos-sniff-sniff-tear-tear.html' title='Adios Galapagos (sniff, sniff, tear, tear)'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_GEWPXRyjI/AAAAAAAAAes/VeSYT9DUQxY/s72-c/Leaving+Galapagos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-1288360441597666497</id><published>2008-03-27T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:08:56.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Galapagos II</title><content type='html'>I had to finish my story...that was only the beginning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on my way exploring the Island of Santa Cruz. Waking up early for a new boat ride was actually quite exciting....I was ready!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_bPwvXRyuI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Q19t6G9x1_k/s1600-h/Krystle+on+Dock+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_bPwvXRyuI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Q19t6G9x1_k/s400/Krystle+on+Dock+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185560457218476770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was devoted to a little hiking, but more importantly....TORTOISES....GIANT TORTOISES. Especially "Lonely George" He is the last of his species and they cannot breed because he is unfortunately he can not reproduce. I think they thought that putting two female tortoises by his side would help...but it didn't. Talk about pimping Tortoises, but it was for a good cause!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_eehfXRyvI/AAAAAAAAAgM/a9ZDI0nl5zw/s1600-h/Lonesome+Jorge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_eehfXRyvI/AAAAAAAAAgM/a9ZDI0nl5zw/s400/Lonesome+Jorge.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185787794132421362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we visited all of the baby tortoises at the Charles Darwin Center on Santa Cruz. They were sooo cute.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_eiafXRywI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Tz_0MvssX58/s1600-h/Baby+Turtles+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_eiafXRywI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Tz_0MvssX58/s400/Baby+Turtles+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185792071919848194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you know anything about me AT ALL...you know how much I love them! These giant tortoises are no different. So I decided to get up close and personal. Talk to them. See what it was like living for like 150 years or so. At first, I think he was ignoring me....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_e2X_XRy2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/L7wtgeP-U5I/s1600-h/Turtle+ignoring+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_e2X_XRy2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/L7wtgeP-U5I/s400/Turtle+ignoring+me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185814019202730850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't give up of course. There was so much he could teach me about life...so we talked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_eoQPXRyyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/YcZShxEXvV4/s1600-h/Turtle+telling+Krystle+a+Secret+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_eoQPXRyyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/YcZShxEXvV4/s400/Turtle+telling+Krystle+a+Secret+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185798492895955746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_evl_XRy1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/Zwxsgkq9IJw/s1600-h/Turtle+telling+Krystle+a+Secret+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_evl_XRy1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/Zwxsgkq9IJw/s400/Turtle+telling+Krystle+a+Secret+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185806563139504978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and talked.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_esBvXRy0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/2mm98rAn7ZM/s1600-h/Turtle+telling+Krystle+a+Secret.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_esBvXRy0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/2mm98rAn7ZM/s400/Turtle+telling+Krystle+a+Secret.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185802641834363714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talked.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact...we talked so much that, I turned into a turtle.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_e4e_XRy3I/AAAAAAAAAhM/OEBv3MH639E/s1600-h/Krystle+Turtle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_e4e_XRy3I/AAAAAAAAAhM/OEBv3MH639E/s400/Krystle+Turtle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185816338485070706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-1288360441597666497?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/1288360441597666497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=1288360441597666497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/1288360441597666497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/1288360441597666497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2008/03/galapagos-ii.html' title='Galapagos II'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_bPwvXRyuI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Q19t6G9x1_k/s72-c/Krystle+on+Dock+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-2817198511574379034</id><published>2008-03-27T12:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T09:05:58.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Galapagos III- Swimming with the Fishies!</title><content type='html'>Well, I apologize...I really do. More than anything I wish I had pictures to share with you. This day started out beautifully&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_e_jvXRy6I/AAAAAAAAAhk/Mwg2sjTjOh8/s1600-h/Beautiful+Sunrise+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_e_jvXRy6I/AAAAAAAAAhk/Mwg2sjTjOh8/s400/Beautiful+Sunrise+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185824116670843810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....waking up before the crack of dawn (like before the roosters) and getting on a boat to travel to the last island of Bartolome! On the boat, I spent at least 30 minutes watching the dolphins jump around near the boat. They are absolutely gorgeous. It was like I was watching Flipper on Nickolodean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_wg6fXRy7I/AAAAAAAAAhs/bzWzvkEDb7U/s1600-h/Dolphin+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_wg6fXRy7I/AAAAAAAAAhs/bzWzvkEDb7U/s400/Dolphin+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187057060047604658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving to the island was absolutely amazing. There isn't much life on land besides a few pioneer plants, but the water was a different story. This is where you have the sea turtle breeding ground.....AND SHARKS! Now I didn't get too close to sharks....except one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that I would see a shark and swim over stingrays and swim with penguins, sea lions, and sea turtles. I had the best time snorkeling. It was an opportunity to see what really goes on underwater. It was absolutely amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_whv_XRy8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/hCgaN8nYB1o/s1600-h/Queen+of+the+World.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_whv_XRy8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/hCgaN8nYB1o/s400/Queen+of+the+World.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187057979170606018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so happy, I got to the top of the boat (Hoping Stingrays wouldn't jump up or I wouldn't fall in and become a Shark Snack) and shouted "I'm the Queen of the World." That got me lots of attention...but for the most part the people on the boat didn't want any reminders of the Titanic....I guess I can understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing...I didn't bring my camera on this expedition, because it was totally in water, so I invested in a water proof camera. I am still waiting for those pictures. I hope they turn out clear...but even if you can't see it...the experience can't be beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the time of my life and even made some friends along the way. I will nevevr forget the Galapagos!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_wjxfXRy9I/AAAAAAAAAh8/npjf29OqsBw/s1600-h/Baby+Sea+Lion+Sleeping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_wjxfXRy9I/AAAAAAAAAh8/npjf29OqsBw/s200/Baby+Sea+Lion+Sleeping.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187060203963665362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_wjxvXRy-I/AAAAAAAAAiE/vUUEUwN7fuY/s1600-h/S6300531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_wjxvXRy-I/AAAAAAAAAiE/vUUEUwN7fuY/s200/S6300531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187060208258632674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SADBchZ1RJI/AAAAAAAAAiM/3MgprthZrXI/s1600-h/IMG_1673%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SADBchZ1RJI/AAAAAAAAAiM/3MgprthZrXI/s200/IMG_1673%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188359466478027922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SADBcxZ1RKI/AAAAAAAAAiU/V32_diSwshw/s1600-h/IMG_1675%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SADBcxZ1RKI/AAAAAAAAAiU/V32_diSwshw/s200/IMG_1675%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188359470772995234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SADBdBZ1RLI/AAAAAAAAAic/u12eGETq5kw/s1600-h/IMG_1661%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SADBdBZ1RLI/AAAAAAAAAic/u12eGETq5kw/s200/IMG_1661%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188359475067962546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SADBdRZ1RMI/AAAAAAAAAik/1prGyD0DQmg/s1600-h/IMG_1704%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SADBdRZ1RMI/AAAAAAAAAik/1prGyD0DQmg/s200/IMG_1704%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188359479362929858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SADBdRZ1RNI/AAAAAAAAAis/VMPbNbKj6vs/s1600-h/IMG_1643%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SADBdRZ1RNI/AAAAAAAAAis/VMPbNbKj6vs/s200/IMG_1643%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188359479362929874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-2817198511574379034?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/2817198511574379034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=2817198511574379034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/2817198511574379034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/2817198511574379034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2008/04/galapagos-iii-swimming-with-fishies.html' title='Galapagos III- Swimming with the Fishies!'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R_e_jvXRy6I/AAAAAAAAAhk/Mwg2sjTjOh8/s72-c/Beautiful+Sunrise+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-8455501770336575574</id><published>2008-03-19T17:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:00:36.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuenca</title><content type='html'>Well, one city that Ecuador prides itself on is the third largest- Cuenca. That's where you can get the Panama Hats.....however, they aren't made in Panama-they're from Cuenca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I decided that it was best to leave at night so we wouldn't lose any time...seeing as how the trip is approximately 10 hours. Yes, I said 10 hours. Honestly, my body isn't made to sit on a bus for 10 hours, so good thing you can hear loud Spanish Music blasting from the speakers or watch a horrible Spanish Action Movie that's a mix of Fast and the Furious, Days of our Lives, and any Jackie Chan movie put together. It's great (sarcasm...can you tell).&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did make a wonderful investment ($1 neck pillow-One of the best decisions I've ever made)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting to Cuenca, we found a lovely hostal. The thing about Cuenca is that it is absolutely beautiful, you walk down the street and see walls and it looks like an alley, until you look inside and see the colonial town in a whole different light. Exquisite churches, large plazas, and cobblestone streets...it's absolutely beautiful. I enjoyed walking through one of the biggest plazas: Parque Calderon. That's where you will see people walking about and stopping in the city to rest on the benches, enjoy talking to friends and family and tourists (like me) taking tons of pictures!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-LzxvXRyCI/AAAAAAAAAas/yeEbDnJn6Is/s1600-h/Plaza+in+Parque+Calderon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-LzxvXRyCI/AAAAAAAAAas/yeEbDnJn6Is/s400/Plaza+in+Parque+Calderon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179970557282732066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-LzyPXRyDI/AAAAAAAAAa0/w-MbBNTcAhc/s1600-h/Catedral+de+la+Inmaculada+Concepcion2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-LzyPXRyDI/AAAAAAAAAa0/w-MbBNTcAhc/s400/Catedral+de+la+Inmaculada+Concepcion2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179970565872666674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-LzyvXRyEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/MaXsAFekUh4/s1600-h/Catedral+de+la+Inmaculada+Concepcion1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-LzyvXRyEI/AAAAAAAAAa8/MaXsAFekUh4/s400/Catedral+de+la+Inmaculada+Concepcion1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179970574462601282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-LzzPXRyFI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wZ0NWE3_cqo/s1600-h/Parque+Calderon+Statue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-LzzPXRyFI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wZ0NWE3_cqo/s400/Parque+Calderon+Statue.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179970583052535890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also able to visit a church that is now a museum. It was absolutely beautiful, only you can't take pictures there. I don't really know much about the Catholic Church, so not only did I look at many of the exquisite churches built during the 15th and 16th century, but I learned about lots of things. They have these doors in the floor (forgot the name) it leads to an underground place where they bury people. When you look inside you see the real bones. Now, they took the bones out just recently to analyze them. I don't know if I would have wanted to see it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even went to the market, when, no surprise there- it started to rain. We ducked into a small restaurant. Popular in Cuenca for locals and visitors, Mama Kinua's cafe is said to have the best down home indigenous cooking around! It was a great hole in the wall place....literally! So, remember how I said it was raining...well...I was in a pretty good position to miss some raindrops. Okay, so look at the visual. The blue spots shows you were rain was falling through thr roof...the darker spots represent obvious holes.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-L9CPXRyGI/AAAAAAAAAbM/FSrdbTPClco/s1600-h/Mama+Kinua%27s+Cafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-L9CPXRyGI/AAAAAAAAAbM/FSrdbTPClco/s400/Mama+Kinua%27s+Cafe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179980736355223650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to Ingapirca where we were greeted by llamas. I absolutely love llamas....I don't know where that fascination came from, but oh well. It's a part of the Inca trail that leads to Machu Picchu. It has some of the Inca's best stonework. Unfortunately, it wasn't protected and most of the stones were stolen. So, although there's not much left, it is absolutely amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-MDh_XRyHI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8EkYrsPj7yY/s1600-h/Cuenca-Shauna,+Lindsay,+Krystle,+Uno,+Joanna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-MDh_XRyHI/AAAAAAAAAbU/8EkYrsPj7yY/s400/Cuenca-Shauna,+Lindsay,+Krystle,+Uno,+Joanna.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179987878885836914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-MDifXRyII/AAAAAAAAAbc/NpWZN4hfGmk/s1600-h/Ingapirca-Temple+of+the+Sun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-MDifXRyII/AAAAAAAAAbc/NpWZN4hfGmk/s400/Ingapirca-Temple+of+the+Sun.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179987887475771522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-MDi_XRyJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OosSEReREsw/s1600-h/Ingapirca1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-MDi_XRyJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OosSEReREsw/s400/Ingapirca1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179987896065706130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-MDjPXRyKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/sA6VVaf6YIQ/s1600-h/Ingapirca-Temple+of+the+Sun4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-MDjPXRyKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/sA6VVaf6YIQ/s400/Ingapirca-Temple+of+the+Sun4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179987900360673442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-MDjvXRyLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/8PmlAkrMxqs/s1600-h/Ingapirca-Temple+of+the+Sun5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-MDjvXRyLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/8PmlAkrMxqs/s400/Ingapirca-Temple+of+the+Sun5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179987908950608050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a wonderful time. Learning and just enjoying my Spring Break! Museums, parks, historical sites....I couldn't have spent my time any better than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-8455501770336575574?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/8455501770336575574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=8455501770336575574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8455501770336575574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8455501770336575574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2008/03/cuenca.html' title='Cuenca'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R-LzxvXRyCI/AAAAAAAAAas/yeEbDnJn6Is/s72-c/Plaza+in+Parque+Calderon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-6873454283223203453</id><published>2008-03-03T21:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:39:08.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Triangular War + One</title><content type='html'>Okay, here we go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you have heard or know anything about what's happening to your neighbors down South. Well have no fear...I'll share it with you. Disclaimer: I am including facts as well as opinions. However, I can't distinguish the difference by color coding or italizing anything, so look for things like: "In my opinion", or totally radically statements and when you can see all CAPS and when you can read in my words how upset I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not read this article if you are sensitive to certain topics and would be offended if I tell you the real deal, like: Our current US administration, some present presidential candidates, and the Republic of Colombia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, This Triangle includes many countries (not just 3) and has a long history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colombia has some issues with the guerrilla insurgencies (FARC-Fuerzas Armadas Revolucionarias de Colombia) or in English Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia–People's Army. FARC is considered a terrorist group by Colombia and the USA (other countries too). They are against the Colombian Government and are to blame for the drug problems, kidnappings, and other acts of terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to help with the US Drug Trafficking from Colombia, The US and Comlombia came together. Basically, we give them money to help control the drug trafficking. So, right now, we are giving them supplies to spray their country to kill coca leaves (raw material for cocaine). The US supplied everything for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R84POHTz27I/AAAAAAAAAaM/PpnWmQZqKRc/s1600-h/colombia-map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R84POHTz27I/AAAAAAAAAaM/PpnWmQZqKRc/s400/colombia-map.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174089757050002354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as you see, Ecuador and Colombia share the border. This spraying is causing many people to get sick. Without the US or Colombia sharing the dangers of these chemicals, the unsuspecting Ecuatorianos are negatively affected. The Ecuadorian goverment (humbly) asked that this spraying cease or at the very least try to control the chemicals that are entering Ecuador (i.e. No spraying through the air where the chemicals are also spread to Ecuador). The response from the US (specifically Condoleeza Rice) said (not in these exact words, but) "Oh, no. These chemicals aren't harmful. We cannot stop it because it is to help us control the drug problems here. We assure you nothing harmful will happen to these people." All the while, many Ecuatorianos near the border suffer from skin problems and vomitting frequently. Hmmm....I don't know....seems like the chemicals to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***This is one of the many reasons why the Ecuadorian Government doesn't like the US government.**** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to throw that in so you can see the US's support of Colombia and the extent of our relationship. Now...back to the story at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Colombia now has lots of arms and money (supplied by the US) to stop this strong militant group. FARC has many hostages and usually hides out in jungle areas. Well, a group of them (22) hid out in the jungles of Ecuador (location of one of their bases).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course, Colombia HAD to get them out. They couldn't WAIT to ask Ecuador to help or get them and return them, or ASK for permission and say "Can we please enter your country to get these rebels". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, the Colombian government went in, and killed ALL of the members of the group hiding out in Ecuador.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R84nUnTz2-I/AAAAAAAAAak/SQVqouldyhY/s1600-h/Pr032206a_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R84nUnTz2-I/AAAAAAAAAak/SQVqouldyhY/s400/Pr032206a_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174116256998218722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R84nLHTz29I/AAAAAAAAAac/m7jF2RL2bks/s1600-h/Farc_guerrilheira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R84nLHTz29I/AAAAAAAAAac/m7jF2RL2bks/s400/Farc_guerrilheira.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174116093789461458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!?! Yes, not capture, not bring back, nothing. Just killed them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with great reason, Ecuador is upset. "How dare you disrepect our country and not respect our borders. YOU do NOT have the right to just enter this country and start killing people, no matter who you are. It's called DIPLOMACY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where does Venezuela come in. Where's this talk of war? Why? ....I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am cutting this down really really short, but will give you websites that will go more in depth than I'm qualified to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Venzuela, France, and Ecuador were trying to keep the peace in Colombia (why, it isn't their problem....well technically ...it is!) Remember how FARC (or did I forget to tell you) has these prisoners/hostages? Well, one is from France and unfortunately the goal of the Colombian government is to kill all of FARC, not to save the hostages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venezuela, France, and Ecuador were trying to negotiate with FARC to get the hostages released (specifically a French woman (dual citizenship in Colombia) who was a presidential candidate in Colombia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R84miXTz28I/AAAAAAAAAaU/zyvvekvv1Sw/s1600-h/180px-Ingridbproofoflife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R84miXTz28I/AAAAAAAAAaU/zyvvekvv1Sw/s400/180px-Ingridbproofoflife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174115393709792194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These three countries are concerned that Colombia is not interested in working out a solution with FARC and is equally unconcerned about the welfare of the hostages. Colombia is upset that these countries would TRY to negotiate with this group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just as the negotiations are are near and dear, this guerrilla group is attacked and ALL of the FARC involved in releasing these hostages are KILLED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, needless to say....hostages are NOT released and now we are on a brink of war! BECAUSE, after the raid...COLOMBIA "found" evidence on 2 "unharmed" computers during the raid to suggest that FARC was funded by Venezuela and Ecuador! Venezuela and Ecuador say they did not give them money to try to "overthrow the government in Colombia" (I mean really....Ecuador's pretty poor dude!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's important to know, that why would Venezuela and Ecuador want problems with Colombia....most imports are from Colombia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...back to the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, both countries are beyond upset. After the slap in the face from Ecuador, now the accusasion...both Ecuador and Venezuela are fed up with their neighbor, Colombia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you HAVE to have a statement from the US. I mean, we give them money and the "only" friend/ally that Colombia has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Bush says "We stand by our ally"...but what was he supposed to say. Oh, it tears me up. NO...the US doesn't support that decision, because if someone did it to the US, it would be a different story, but because it's poor old Ecuador, who cares?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, other countries are looking at the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, like how dare you agree with this!?!?! "Colombia is wrong and so are you!" Now...the triangle has now added another. Why, oh why are we involved in another dispute? WHY WHY WHY? Arggh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, fortuntaley, some people know how to get the facts and wait until it's all said and done before you open your mouth to endorse/support a country's decicion. Now I understand that Colombia doesn't have many allies (the US doesn't either), but sometimes, when you're wrong, you're wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few presidental hopefuls also "agree" with President Bush's statement that &lt;em&gt;"Our country's message to President Uribe and the people of Colombia is that we stand with our democratic ally,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Bush, that's YOUR message. I am here and ummm...that was wrong and the government of Colombia did not make a good decision, is insensitive to the other's countries investment in keeping peace and does not care about the safe return of hostages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am upset, saddened, and disappointed that this situation has occured, because although nothing may transpire in the near future, this definitely added fuel to a growing dangerous fire in Latin America. If anything, the FARC will be stronger now...which is NOT good! They are responsible for the kidnappings you hear in Colombia and now the negotiations are out of the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what's going on here in Ecuador. Please pray for peace here. Though this is not an inter-Ecuadorian issue, it can be a little dangerous if Venezuela and Ecuador decide to go to war with Colombia, and if trade is not opened up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Please understand, I do NOT support FARC. It's actually quite scary, the tactics they use, but to know that successful negotiations were underway some peace could have been restored and Colombia shut it off, is very upsetting. To know that apparently the "people" from the US supports Colombia's decisios and actions disgusts me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, other information found on those "unharmed computers" recovered by Colombia said that FARC was trying to make radioactive bombs and they were only trying to protect all of Latin America. However, after further investigations, they found that they were only buying uranium to resell for profit. You know...it sounds a little like W O M D.....yep, you guessed it....WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION. I wonder where Colombia got that idea from....getting involved because you think someone is making weapons(that really don't exist)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read More Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;http://voanews.com/english/2008-03-05-voa11.cfm&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;http://www.einnews.com/ecuador/&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;http://www.quitonews.com/&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;http://www.topix.com/world/ecuador&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-6873454283223203453?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://voanews.com/english/2008-03-05-voa11.cfm' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.einnews.com/ecuador/' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.quitonews.com/' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.topix.com/world/ecuador' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/6873454283223203453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=6873454283223203453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/6873454283223203453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/6873454283223203453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2008/03/triangular-war-one.html' title='Triangular War + One'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R84POHTz27I/AAAAAAAAAaM/PpnWmQZqKRc/s72-c/colombia-map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-7957805464027620423</id><published>2008-02-22T20:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:02:46.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Well, I am turning into a party-er....not the kind that goes out on the town, but the party-er in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we celebrated the end of Chinese New Year. We have been studying China for the past few weeks and had a great time. We ate rice....I was so impressed with how more than half of my students knew how to use chopsticks. It was great. One student was soooooo into it and brought traditional dishes (food and porcelain). One of my students even played a Chinese Folk Song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were able to bring together all we've learned and celebrate 2008: The Year of the Rat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how I learn so much while I'm here...even other cultures. In the States, social studies is ignored or only explored on a surface level. I feel so free to take it as far as I want to. Right now, we are making our own magazines with feature articles on China. I can't wait to see what we produce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of my students and I am also proud of myself. Taking a chance and seeing where my creatitivity in teaching can take me. I'm going to keep it up when I return... and that's a promise!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R8TEf_tyIwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6QvQ0PkWUKg/s1600-h/Chinese+New+Year+Sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R8TEf_tyIwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6QvQ0PkWUKg/s400/Chinese+New+Year+Sign.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171474326086624002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R8TEgftyIxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ZzjZst8-GuI/s1600-h/Liszt+Ladies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R8TEgftyIxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ZzjZst8-GuI/s400/Liszt+Ladies.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171474334676558610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R8TEg_tyIyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/lJPVtowcAoQ/s1600-h/Getting+Ready+for+Chinese+New+Year.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R8TEg_tyIyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/lJPVtowcAoQ/s400/Getting+Ready+for+Chinese+New+Year.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171474343266493218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R8TEhftyIzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/hMndNkzu_tg/s1600-h/Rapha+playing+Chinese+Folk+Song.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R8TEhftyIzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/hMndNkzu_tg/s400/Rapha+playing+Chinese+Folk+Song.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171474351856427826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-7957805464027620423?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/7957805464027620423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=7957805464027620423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7957805464027620423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7957805464027620423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R8TEf_tyIwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6QvQ0PkWUKg/s72-c/Chinese+New+Year+Sign.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-3456434049554216597</id><published>2008-02-14T20:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:38:00.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Dia de San Valentin</title><content type='html'>or as some people say, Feliz Dia de Amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...I am overwhelmed with roses, candy, and gifts galore. I even had help taking all the things to my house. The candy- yep, I don't know what it is saying or can't really read the ingredients, but such wonderful gestures. I am so spoiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My students wanted a party, and I am not a big party person (I'm a pretty boring teacher). I said, if you can arrange it and put it together, then let's go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, we had such a great time. I had to hold myself back from cleaning as we partied. They had such a wonderful time. We had music and were dancing. Apparently, this brought my "cool points" to an all time high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures for you to see how we can party. My students love pictures, but these are only a few. Sorry, I'm not in them but imagine me partying too. Teaching them dances that I can't even do myself, Eating pizza and drinking Sprite, and Controlling the noise level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come back for Valentine's 2009....I need you guys to give me a Valentine Treat just the same. I realize though...most of my gifts always come from kids! Hmmm....maybe I'm spending too much time at school...then again, I don't see people who work in Human Resources to get as many gifts as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R7h9DPtyImI/AAAAAAAAAYc/loH1bjeYR0Y/s1600-h/Sofia+Introducing+the+Party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R7h9DPtyImI/AAAAAAAAAYc/loH1bjeYR0Y/s400/Sofia+Introducing+the+Party.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168018067119284834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R7h9DvtyInI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ipI6FP747lA/s1600-h/Crazy+C+and+Crazy+G+Dancing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R7h9DvtyInI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ipI6FP747lA/s400/Crazy+C+and+Crazy+G+Dancing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168018075709219442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R7h9EPtyIoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/qnaIeDR7tGE/s1600-h/Giddy+Girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R7h9EPtyIoI/AAAAAAAAAYs/qnaIeDR7tGE/s400/Giddy+Girls.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168018084299154050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R7h9EvtyIpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/UjIHIyb8Ghw/s1600-h/Silly+Boys+Enjoying+the+Party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R7h9EvtyIpI/AAAAAAAAAY0/UjIHIyb8Ghw/s400/Silly+Boys+Enjoying+the+Party.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168018092889088658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R7h9FPtyIqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/HONjy6-z-a4/s1600-h/Girly+Girls+Enjoying+the+Party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R7h9FPtyIqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/HONjy6-z-a4/s400/Girly+Girls+Enjoying+the+Party.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168018101479023266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R7h_0PtyIrI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Qi55RPgHzX0/s1600-h/Cool+Dudes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R7h_0PtyIrI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Qi55RPgHzX0/s400/Cool+Dudes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168021107956130482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R7h_0_tyIsI/AAAAAAAAAZM/l6bMcOIB7ag/s1600-h/wOw..what+a+party!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R7h_0_tyIsI/AAAAAAAAAZM/l6bMcOIB7ag/s400/wOw..what+a+party!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168021120841032386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-3456434049554216597?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/3456434049554216597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=3456434049554216597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3456434049554216597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3456434049554216597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2008/02/feliz-dia-de-san-valentin.html' title='Feliz Dia de San Valentin'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R7h9DPtyImI/AAAAAAAAAYc/loH1bjeYR0Y/s72-c/Sofia+Introducing+the+Party.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-7214526564500367746</id><published>2008-02-03T14:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:41:47.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Has Come....</title><content type='html'>to let your voices be heard and get involved. This is one election that I have been very involved in. I feel very passionate about the future of the United States. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I can honestly say that I know how a leader can corrupt the country, disappoint millions, and not change the country for better. This president has often been compared to our President in the United States and that isn't good. I want to change that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in a country and be proud of the person who speaks on behalf of our country. Someone who won't belittle others, someone who won't try to satisfy their ego or  push their own agendas but work for the American people. Someone who allows our voices to be heard. An intelligent President who won't rely on a resume to get the job or rely on who they know in High Places. Someone who has a vision and shares the vision that we all have for a better and brighter America! We want a President who speaks for us and shows it by using "We" and "Us". We don't want a President who speaks for "Me, Myself, and I". Well that President is here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's important to get involved. I know you are like me in that sense. You don't want to live through another few years of someone who you don't trust or for the most part- DON'T LIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am encouraging you to get involved. &lt;em&gt;If you don't stand for something. You will fall for anything. &lt;/em&gt; I wish I could be there in the U.S. getting more involved and watching more people get involved and invest in their futures. We should be excited. Excited to be a part of something BIG- The Democratic Process. Choosing someone who will lead this country to higher heights and help us to pick ourselves up. Trusting someone who can help mend the country and heal the self-inflicted wounds we have created in the past eight years. Someone who can make sure that our children are taken care of, to make sure that our parents and grandparents are taken care of, to make sure that people can take pride in their jobs and their lives. We need someone to take us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Up, Get out, and Get Involved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fZHou18Cdk&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fZHou18Cdk&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Visit the Candidate Calculator.&lt;/strong&gt; You rate the issues you think are most important and take a stand. Find the candidate that matches your stance on top issues. &lt;a href="http://www.vajoe.com/candidate_calculator.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more information on where the candidates stand on important issues, please visit the sites below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://usinfo.state.gov/politics/elections/issues.html"&gt;http://usinfo.state.gov/politics/elections/issues.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vote-smart.org/"&gt;http://www.vote-smart.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://politics.nytimes.com/election-guide/2008/issues/index.html#/context=index/issue=health"&gt;http://politics.nytimes.com/election-guide/2008/issues/index.html#/context=index/issue=health&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-7214526564500367746?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/7214526564500367746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=7214526564500367746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7214526564500367746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7214526564500367746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-has-come_04.html' title='The Time Has Come....'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-8526871668260781473</id><published>2008-01-09T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:56:29.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reuniones</title><content type='html'>It was so wonderful to be home to visit you all and see your smiling faces. I guess being in Dallas spoiled me a bit though. I used my credit card way too much, I was so used to getting in my car and going, and I didn't have to think too much, since English comes naturally to me! There were certainly some things that I will miss, like nice warm and comfortable showers! Monday Morning, I was awakened by the coldest shower EVER. That was not the best feeling....trust me! IHOP, Denny's, Catfish, and McDonald's Breakfasts were a huge hit with my stomach. Thanks Dallas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R4TfY4fPGsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Aj9hC3_CDqg/s1600-h/A+Generation+of+Cousins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R4TfY4fPGsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Aj9hC3_CDqg/s400/A+Generation+of+Cousins.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153489492191943362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although I was out with a cold or something during Christmas, I had an absolutely amazing time with my family, especially playing CASH (EFECTIVO). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R4Tf94fPGtI/AAAAAAAAAXk/PkxoqGBVEY4/s1600-h/FLA+Gang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R4Tf94fPGtI/AAAAAAAAAXk/PkxoqGBVEY4/s400/FLA+Gang.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153490127847103186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seeing my FLA family was also a true highlight and I miss all of your smiling faces. I loved being able to share my world with you as always. You will always hold a place in my heart. The food was good, the laughs were even better. As always, we know how to party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the good ole TV shows I miss to the Christmas Gifts and the hugs and kisses to the 3 year olds who want to go to Ecuador with me...I miss you all and love you from the bottom of my heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-8526871668260781473?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/8526871668260781473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=8526871668260781473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8526871668260781473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8526871668260781473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2008/01/reuniones.html' title='Reuniones'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R4TfY4fPGsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Aj9hC3_CDqg/s72-c/A+Generation+of+Cousins.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-1360070595755572761</id><published>2007-12-16T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:52:41.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta de Navidad</title><content type='html'>Oh, wow...it was like prom. I felt like a reina (queen). People tell me that all the time here, but I actually felt like it. I got a chance to dress up and look all pretty and dolled up.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2jd5IfPGmI/AAAAAAAAAWs/mo357omqpyU/s1600-h/Gaby+y+yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2jd5IfPGmI/AAAAAAAAAWs/mo357omqpyU/s400/Gaby+y+yo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145606547871570530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a talent show. I was the manager for my section. It is difficult getting the stage set up and asking questions in spanish, but I did okay. At one point, I had to tell them to change the height of the microphone for the one in the middle, but they made it taller. I don't know if I said it wrong, or they heard it wrong. Let's go with the latter. The three ladies were dressed as the three tenors and sang Christmas songs. It was wondeful. They were really into character and won!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2jgdYfPGnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/M_KNRh7ik5A/s1600-h/3+Tenors-+Dolo,+Tuqui,+and+Berni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2jgdYfPGnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/M_KNRh7ik5A/s400/3+Tenors-+Dolo,+Tuqui,+and+Berni.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145609369665084018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the talent show, there was dancing. And oh boy were they dancing. I had to sit after every two songs. Each song was at least 10-15 minutes long. Everyone got into a circle, and then you take your turn in the middle dancing. (A little like the Soul Train Line) One teacher grabbed me to the floor and I had to dance like I knew what I was doing. I must say, I can cut a little rug! Everyone was cheering me on and coming to join me. It was great! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2jgeYfPGqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/XkdehAa2uHM/s1600-h/Par-Tay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2jgeYfPGqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/XkdehAa2uHM/s400/Par-Tay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145609386844953250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.... when the Techno Disco  Version of Gloria Gaynor's &lt;em&gt;I Will Survive &lt;/em&gt;came on, I couldn't help but sing and dance my heart out. I made other guys dance who were just barely moving on the floor. One guy, who does not dance at all (I know why), was so embarrassed when I pulled him to the floor, but I guess he found his true talent- "Dancing like no one's watching".&lt;br /&gt;Now other than that song, &lt;em&gt;The Macarena&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;YMCA&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Macho Man&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;In the Navy &lt;/em&gt;were the only English Songs I heard! Then you got to the good stuff..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salsa is the biggest dance here and we salsa-d (I don't know if that's a word, but you know me). Well, I "salsa-d with people all night long" I actually  think I did pretty well. But well, it was quite difficult, because of these......&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2kb64fPGrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/TqV9NkFzzOA/s1600-h/Taco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2kb64fPGrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/TqV9NkFzzOA/s400/Taco.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145674747657263794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now if you think I danced in these all night, Raise your hand! Go ahead, if you think I wore these all night long, raise you hand.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you didn't do that.&lt;/strong&gt; Well for 1) if you know me at all, there is NO WAY I could do that. Those are 20 minute shoes, not 7 hour shoes. Those shoes are designed to make you look taller. I promise you I was 5'5 in those shoes! And for 2) No matter where you are reading this blog,(work, home, library,etc) you would look kind of silly raising your hand in front of a computer just because someone's blog told you to.....(Don't worry, I won't tell. We all do silly things sometimes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when the shoes came off... No inhibitions, no life flashing before my eyes. No breaks between dances....I was free!&lt;br /&gt;The finance guy, who looks like he can't dance, really could dance. (Always try to dance with the folks who will help you...finance guy, human resources folks, librarians, and the guards....these people look out for you and you have special priveleges!) Well, Gonzalo and I danced and danced. I really got my groove on. He was good! I tried to keep up... I did okay, but he was a great teacher. Everyone was like, if you want to know how to salsa or dance, then you need to talk to Gonzalo. I feel like I can go on "Dancing with the Stars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2jgd4fPGoI/AAAAAAAAAW8/r83QcGjIYbw/s1600-h/Dancing+with+Gonzalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2jgd4fPGoI/AAAAAAAAAW8/r83QcGjIYbw/s400/Dancing+with+Gonzalo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145609378255018626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2jgeIfPGpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Vt0gMa4yjnk/s1600-h/It%27s+hard+to+keep+up+with+him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2jgeIfPGpI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Vt0gMa4yjnk/s400/It%27s+hard+to+keep+up+with+him.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145609382549985938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a wonderful night. No pressure. Being with friends and co-workers letting their hair down. It was great! I want to do another one. Maybe they will have one for St. Patrick's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-1360070595755572761?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/1360070595755572761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=1360070595755572761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/1360070595755572761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/1360070595755572761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/12/fiesta-de-navidad.html' title='Fiesta de Navidad'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2jd5IfPGmI/AAAAAAAAAWs/mo357omqpyU/s72-c/Gaby+y+yo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-7531457386014619519</id><published>2007-12-08T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T03:56:55.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tena Diaries: Tena River City Limits</title><content type='html'>I'm not a big water person, especially here in Ecuador. You never know what you're going to get. One thing I can honestly say I miss is the constant water pressure and temperature. However, Tena was a different story. It's so hot, that cold water was always welcome on my forever glistening body. Yep, one movement caused a little perspiration. You could sweat from just thinking too hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where do you go when you want to get some action going and cool off....Water Rafting Of Course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking the drive into the heart of the jungle, I had to walk to the canyon. The river was absolutely beautiful! It was like in the movies. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2csKIfPGdI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2xGSrTAuDVs/s1600-h/Hiking+to+the+Canyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2csKIfPGdI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2xGSrTAuDVs/s400/Hiking+to+the+Canyon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145129651882891730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have never gone rafting before, so I really needed to listen to instructions. Now, you gotta understand, it's pretty difficult to listen to instructions in Spanish from something that can be quite peligroso (dangerous)! But I got it...I think!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2jclYfPGlI/AAAAAAAAAWk/wCm1T2hP0ZE/s1600-h/I%27m+Really+Listening+because+the+instructions+are+in+SPANISH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2jclYfPGlI/AAAAAAAAAWk/wCm1T2hP0ZE/s400/I%27m+Really+Listening+because+the+instructions+are+in+SPANISH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145605109057526354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the front and oh boy...that's the place to be. However, that's also the place where you need the most muscles. It was tough stuff.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2ih3IfPGeI/AAAAAAAAAVs/xD6JiRniw-g/s1600-h/Don%27t+Worry,+I%27ll+teach+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2ih3IfPGeI/AAAAAAAAAVs/xD6JiRniw-g/s400/Don%27t+Worry,+I%27ll+teach+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145540542814165474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2ih3ofPGfI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Gnl2_-dkLHg/s1600-h/I+had+so+much+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2ih3ofPGfI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Gnl2_-dkLHg/s400/I+had+so+much+fun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145540551404100082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2ih4IfPGgI/AAAAAAAAAV8/up4hocuG9UA/s1600-h/Look+I+know+it%27s+not+a+pretty+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2ih4IfPGgI/AAAAAAAAAV8/up4hocuG9UA/s400/Look+I+know+it%27s+not+a+pretty+picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145540559994034690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2ih4ofPGhI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qzQWZVDLgso/s1600-h/See+me+Working.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2ih4ofPGhI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qzQWZVDLgso/s400/See+me+Working.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145540568583969298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2ih5IfPGiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/g2V6tgVijPU/s1600-h/That%27s+not+great.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2ih5IfPGiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/g2V6tgVijPU/s400/That%27s+not+great.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145540577173903906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, I gotta tell you. Even with super de duper, strong oblong kabong, powerful bo bowerful bug spray...the mosquitos tore me up. It looks like Chicken Pox...argghhh.I didn't mind the mariposas though(butterflies). They say that if a mariposa lands on you, you will fall in love soon. Ummm...yeah right. But it's only a saying. I think it's because I'm chevere (cool)...what other reason is there? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2jZjofPGjI/AAAAAAAAAWU/rZKspgG_Vv8/s1600-h/Krystle+y+Mariposa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2jZjofPGjI/AAAAAAAAAWU/rZKspgG_Vv8/s400/Krystle+y+Mariposa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145601780457871922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out there for 5 hours, and although I was tired, I think I could have kept going...with a case of Red Bull of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to do that again. I couldn't have picked a better place to visit. My adventures in Tena....I will never forget them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-7531457386014619519?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/7531457386014619519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=7531457386014619519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7531457386014619519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7531457386014619519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/12/tena-diaries-tena-river-city-limits.html' title='Tena Diaries: Tena River City Limits'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R2csKIfPGdI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2xGSrTAuDVs/s72-c/Hiking+to+the+Canyon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-7085520113594155434</id><published>2007-12-07T18:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:58:15.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tena Diaries: Stopy Monkeying Around</title><content type='html'>Well, when I woke up from the hike to the waterfalls, my body was aching. All I wanted to do was wake up, sweat a little, eat breakfast, sleep, eat lunch, and then rest before dinner. En serio (Seriously). Pero, I didn't. I decided to take a walk around the city...which isn't much. Even counting the smaller cities within this small city, you are still not looking at much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that you CAN'T walk the town in a day...it's just that you wouldn't want to. When I say it was hot, I mean you'd beg for the Arctic Circle. Tena is like Arizona when the sun falls down in Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my cool shower which was like....hmmm....heavenly, I ate my breakfast and went out for the day. On my way, I went to this little reserve for animals. Now keep in mind, I am in the jungle. There are lots of wild animals that can roam like jaguars and ocelots. I am in the city, but that doesn't really matter. In this reserve, they keep those "wild" animals away, but provide homes for those cute South American ones and protect them from the city life of Tena (which ain't no Vegas, but it's still a city). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw so many monkeys climbing trees and swinging by people's houses. It was absolutely amazing. I saw two of them playing or fighting...I don't know the difference. It's kind of like me and Tracey...sometimes we play, sometimes, Mom and Dad gotta watch out! You never know! It was a spider monkey and a squirrel monkey. The big one was sooo mean...he looked like the oldest and he wouldn't let the little one go. The little squirrel monkey tried to get away and did his very best. It reminded me of me, trying to escape my sister and older cousins who tortured me (oh yeah, I remember those days at Granny's house). I tried to scare the spider monkey away, but then I figured, I'd better not intefere with nature. My little squirrel monkey got away. Yeah!!!!!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R18g3lW5z1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/agW8_OCck-Q/s1600-h/Monkey+See,Monkey+Do.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R18g3lW5z1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/agW8_OCck-Q/s400/Monkey+See,Monkey+Do.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142865438773464914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R18g4VW5z2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/nToAiMcwqH4/s1600-h/Monkey+See,+Monkey+Do2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R18g4VW5z2I/AAAAAAAAAVc/nToAiMcwqH4/s400/Monkey+See,+Monkey+Do2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142865451658366818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't keep my eyes off of these monkeys. They were so beautiful and so playful. The thing is, they were used to people looking at them and playing with them. They live in Tena and not a zoo. They are natives of that land and that was absolutely the best part of it. One of the squirrel monkeys was staring at me, while eating.......a banana of course. It is so cute how they eat it. Not like you and I. They peel it and then tear off little bites. Well, I guess she was scared of me looking at her, she threw the banana peel on me....I couldn't even get mad. That was her way of saying "Stop staring at me". I didn't stop though. Unfortunately, I didn't get many pictures because my camera batteries were low...then out...they would work...then it wouldn't. The sights I saw when I was with those monkeys was absolutely gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then....what.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWWWWW.....what.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did it! She jumped on my shoulder. The cutest little monkey. She was absolutely beautiful. She was tickling me...not of purpose, but she was trying to get settled in on my shoulder and I didn't want to move because I thought she would leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take my picture, take my picture"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no, Krystle....your camera won't work. No...It's not working. Sorry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. Try again. Please you have to take this picture. No one would believe me....please try again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click. Click. Click. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R18cSVW5z0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/wb9YAPfojv4/s1600-h/Krystle+with+a+Monkey4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R18cSVW5z0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/wb9YAPfojv4/s400/Krystle+with+a+Monkey4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142860400776826690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, great. I got three pictures with my little friend. But I was so happy and excited, I started crying. It was absolutely amazing. By this time, I knew she would soon leave my side, but not...sister monkey girl, crawled on my head. She would NOT let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, go little monkey. Climb in the tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, she speaks Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arriba, pequeno mono por favor, sales. En el arbol por favor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Didn't work. After about 8-10 minutes, (yes...I kept count) she finally jumped into the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...that was absolutely an amazing experience. Truly amazing. I always wanted my own monkey. But ten minutes with my new friend was definitely an experience I will never forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis far better to be under a monkey than in the mouth of a jaguar (Ecuador's King of the Jungle), glad I didn't run into one of those!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-7085520113594155434?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/7085520113594155434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=7085520113594155434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7085520113594155434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7085520113594155434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/12/tena-diaries-stopy-monkeying-around.html' title='Tena Diaries: Stopy Monkeying Around'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R18g3lW5z1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/agW8_OCck-Q/s72-c/Monkey+See,Monkey+Do.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-7975626143070109233</id><published>2007-12-06T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:23:34.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tena Diaries: Cascadas</title><content type='html'>I arrived in Tena (a hot and humid city) in the Oriente. The Oriente is one of the Regions of Ecuador, better known as the jungle or rainforest. The moment I stepped off of the bus, I wanted Mr. Freeze from Batman to shoot me with the Freeze Gun. Now, I guess that would make me die...but when I say I was hot...I was HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city was absolutely hermosa (beautiful). It is a small, poor city, but the people are really nice. Of course, I get my usual stares, but I expect it now. No hay problema. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ii-MBlW2FSU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ii-MBlW2FSU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to hike up to one of the waterfalls just on the outskirts of the Jungle. I don't know the name of the city...it's pretty small and it's not on the map. After riding the non-airconditioned bus for 45 minutes out of the city, I was all shriveled from the sweat that managed to drizzle out of my body. But, the upside is that I lost a good 3lbs of water weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hiking in the jungle to find the waterfalls (no guide), we finally found it. Now, here's the thing, if you know me...I do not like water. In fact, you can call it a love/hate relationship. Being here is especially difficult for me to "like" water. But here in Tena, it's so hot, that water is water. It's cold, but that's okay. Now in Quito...cold water is NOT OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R18IQVW5zqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/cBMc1Kr8xWc/s1600-h/I+can%27t+believe+I+got+in+this+water!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R18IQVW5zqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/cBMc1Kr8xWc/s400/I+can%27t+believe+I+got+in+this+water!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142838376184532642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of myself. Wading in the water and avoiding huge bugs that I have never seen before. Pure enjoyment. After the hiking and the falling in the mud...ummm...let's just underestimate and say 10 times. By the way, some of that stuff didn't look like mud at all. Cleaning myself off in the cool water and the waterfalls was absolutely refreshing. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R18JTlW5zsI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GFAcdigwe0s/s1600-h/Isn%27t+this+waterfall+hermosa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R18JTlW5zsI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GFAcdigwe0s/s400/Isn%27t+this+waterfall+hermosa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142839531530735298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While hiking, I managed to lose some pretty important tools like my fork so I can eat tuna and crackers (small meal for me...I know. So, I had to get a swiss army knife and mix it and together. Talk about Gilligan's Island! But after all of that, Tuna fish in a can never tasted so good. I had Doritos too, but the ants (or something that looks like it) got to them first. I didn't want them THAT bad, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to take a few video footage of some important scenes from music videos and Disney movies while I was in the waterfall. You should check them out.....&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c0CgZcbGG6U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c0CgZcbGG6U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I didn't want to leave, my body was exhausted and it was getting dark. Plus hiking down hill in the rain is a lot worse than going up. Trust me. My backside will tell you. Who knew how much fun this could be and how much I could actually appreciate cold water on a hot humid rain foresty day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-7975626143070109233?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/7975626143070109233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=7975626143070109233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7975626143070109233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7975626143070109233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/12/tena-diaries-cascadas.html' title='Tena Diaries: Cascadas'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R18IQVW5zqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/cBMc1Kr8xWc/s72-c/I+can%27t+believe+I+got+in+this+water!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-8657262045781808028</id><published>2007-12-05T22:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:56:43.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Merry Un-Birthday to You! To Who?...To me!</title><content type='html'>Well, don't you feel good when people remember your birthday and give you lots of attention. Well, I think it's nice too. But what happens when it ISN'T YOUR BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;That's when you're stuck. I didn't know what to say, but "Umm...thank you....but it's not my birthday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veamos, cuando yo empiezo trabajar a Colegio Menor, escribo mi cumpleanos en el papel. Pero, escribi 6/12 y no 12/6. En ingles, escribimos June 12, pero en espanol, escriben 12 de Junio. Entonces, parece mi cumpleanos es 6 de diciembre y no 12 de junio. Mi culpa, sin duda. Buen noticias es, tuve buen dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, when I started working at Colegio Menor, I wrote my birthday on the paper. But I wrote 6/12 and not 12/6. In English, we write June 12 (6-12), but in Spanish, they write 12 of June (12-6). So, it seemed as though my birthday was December 6 and not June 12. No doubt it was my fault. Good news is, I had a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That surprise party and the good intentions of my friends was the start of a good week. After this....I went to the Jungle....which you must wait to hear. I will put it in 3 part installments. Let's call it the Tena Diaries. Look out for them soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-8657262045781808028?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/8657262045781808028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=8657262045781808028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8657262045781808028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8657262045781808028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/12/very-merry-un-birthday-to-you-to-whoto.html' title='Very Merry Un-Birthday to You! To Who?...To me!'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-4607814493100709555</id><published>2007-12-02T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T10:10:04.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Eating For Two......</title><content type='html'>....or three, or four...or a hundred. Who am I feeding now, you ask? Worms. Yes, worms! It's actually comforting to know that everyone experiences this, so I'm not worried, but it is a little gross. Now I've actually learned a few lessons here and thought I'd share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If a bug flies in your food. Just pick it out. It can't be any worse than the critters already living in your stomach.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R1Mv4lW5zoI/AAAAAAAAATs/gKlbPmvt0oI/s1600-R/bugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R1Mv4lW5zoI/AAAAAAAAATs/ndfpuskQBis/s400/bugs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139504248907222658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Always be prepared for tragedy. Do not be shocked if the taxi drivers race past other cars (on a bridge), If they turn and you see headlights coming your way, if the taxi drivers read a newspaper while driving, or if you cross the street when you "think" you have the right of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do NOT try on jewelry if you don't know if it fits. Because then you are stuck (like me) buying a not so cute ring that you can't get off until you get home by putting butter on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) KNOW you're numbers in spanish well before you start bargaining. Quince (15) and Cincuenta (50) is a HUGE difference.&lt;br /&gt;*Also know your math before bargaining. Por ejemplo, if one item is $1.50, DO NOT try to bargain "Dos por $5" porque (because) the vendors will say "Claro (sure), and take your money". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The Cheese here isn't really CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) A Holiday isn't really a holiday unless you have 3 or more days to celebrate! (I like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Maslow's got it all wrong. The Hierarchy of Needs does not include sports. Futbol is the ONLY thing that matters! We can talk about basic needs, love, and self-actualization later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If it looks like it's going to rain, then it's going to rain. If it looks like it isn't going to rain...it's still going to rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Some things are only suggestions. Not rules, not laws, just suggestions. For example: There are red lights, but it is only suggested that you stop, but you don't have to. Lines in the supermercado...suggestions. You don't have to wait, you can skip if you want. Also, don't be shocked if someone skips you. Meeting times....suggestions. What's the difference between 8:00 and 8:30? Merely Suggestions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Man Purs....I mean Man Bags are okay! (Matching umbrellas are optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I can teach you right now. But come on, that's pretty good lessons for 5 months, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-4607814493100709555?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/4607814493100709555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=4607814493100709555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4607814493100709555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4607814493100709555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/12/eating-for-two.html' title='I&apos;m Eating For Two......'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R1Mv4lW5zoI/AAAAAAAAATs/ndfpuskQBis/s72-c/bugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-7371736708233583409</id><published>2007-11-27T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:52:43.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Problems...Different World</title><content type='html'>Today, was one of the toughest days to grasp. This morning felt very weird. One of my co-workers was wondering how dangerous it is for us to go the same route. It is particularly dangerous for us, because if someone wanted to rob a bus full of "rich" teachers, they can easily map out or daily course and go for it. I had asked people before if kidnapping was common here and about the mass robberies, but I was assured that it wouldn't happen to "us". A few weeks ago, I watched the movie Proof of Life with Meg Ryan and Russell Crowe. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R0zJch3D4LI/AAAAAAAAATk/Xf1HKylBOu8/s1600-h/Proof+of+Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R0zJch3D4LI/AAAAAAAAATk/Xf1HKylBOu8/s400/Proof+of+Life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137702766885724338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The movie was set in a ficticious country where this sort of thing happens (although Ecuador was the movie set setting...as a matter of fact, it was the street a block away from my apartment). It was a very sad situation and it hurts when you know that it happens and it has happened in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't have been worse than the feeling of shock, helplessness, and sadness that we felt today. One of the other "rich schools" has a kidnapping this morning. They took him right off the bus. In front of the driver and other students. This boy is 12 years old! Most often, the kidnapped victims are young men, who can withstand whatever they choose to do with them. But, this....is sad. How horrible for him, the other student's who saw and probably won't feel comfortable on a bus again, his parents, his friends...the list goes on, including me, who woke up this morning with a funny feeling and now wrestling with the fact that although I know that kidnapping occurs....the motive behind it is horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear about kidnappings in the US. Dad wants kids or Mom wants to keep custody. You hear Amber Alerts and unfortunately, you get to a point where you don't cry anymore. This boy was kidnapped because his parents have money or maybe they crossed someone. This boy may lose his life because someone wants money. Someone finally told me the truth. "Honestly, you may see a little more robbery and situations similar because of the holidays". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country is on both ends of the spectrum. The gap is SO HUGE. You have the rich of the rich and the poor of the poor. It is hard to see a little girl or boy sleeping on the street and their parents can't afford the $5 to go to school and then look at the boys and girls who have cars before they are 16 and you can't get a license until you're 18. Different from mothers who work all night on the street feeding their children and selling fruit to the mothers who have never worked or don't need to cook and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was saddened. Although, I do not know this boy. He is family to so many of the families at my school and that I teach. It was sad to see these cousins and friends who were overcome with fear. Parents who take their children out of school because they know it could have easily been them. For some, like me, this is scary, but for others this is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-7371736708233583409?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/7371736708233583409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=7371736708233583409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7371736708233583409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7371736708233583409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/11/same-problemsdifferent-world.html' title='Same Problems...Different World'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R0zJch3D4LI/AAAAAAAAATk/Xf1HKylBOu8/s72-c/Proof+of+Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-5925863068677531723</id><published>2007-11-04T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T18:11:59.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Otavalo</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I went to a city called Otavalo with my friend Tina. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RzewVVT6vMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LWh9izEebBE/s1600-h/Krystle+and+Tina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RzewVVT6vMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LWh9izEebBE/s400/Krystle+and+Tina.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131764180956396738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a small friendly town north of Quito known for its huge artisan market. Here, the indigenous people are pretty wealthy. They even have an indigenous mayor in a country where the indigenous people are not respected very much. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R0DGWR3D4KI/AAAAAAAAATc/pzZiNHUtiMk/s1600-h/Park+Sculptures.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/R0DGWR3D4KI/AAAAAAAAATc/pzZiNHUtiMk/s400/Park+Sculptures.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134321661256130722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each week, you can go to the Crafts Market, the Food Market, or the Animal Market ( I missed this opportunity, but don't you think I've touched enough animals lately!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about my trip...first of all-Holiday. Tip #1- DO NOT travel on Holidays (day before...maybe). We waited in line for 3...yes 3 hours. Tres Horas. Standing....in line...on my feet...with people bumping into me from every which way....fighting so you won't get skipped. Yep. Three hours. In case you don't know for sure...I could have watched the movie "Titanic"!&lt;br /&gt;Well, then I made a friend, which I usually do...and ended up getting a little closer in line. Some of you may call this skipping. But....again I say....3 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we learned a little lesson. There are men who usually call to tell you a bus is here, and we needed a particular bus to go straight to the city. We were in line for another and would have to get off on the highway and walk to the city. So.....they said Sube, Sube, Sube (Come Up Come Up Come up). So we ran, and ran through the bus terminal to catch the bus. I ran and ran. I was so out of breath. You are running with at least 20 other people who want to catch the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...it wasn't a bus...it was a truck. They had a truck and they were trying to get people to ride in the back, 2 1/2 hours to Otavalo. Well, I am sure many people would have taken it, but the police came and no one could go. There was NO WAY, I was going to take the truck anyway. We had to go back into the terminal and had to find another place in line. We ended up sliding in line instead of going to the back! Wow...what an adventure, and we hadn't left yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, going to Otavalo was an adventure. The market was so nice. All around hundreds of blankets, toys, jewelry, bags, food, clothes, it was truly amazing. The people are so nice. Of course they want a sell, but they tell you everything is beautiful on you. I of course believed them (smile). &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rze-GlT6vOI/AAAAAAAAASI/m-cD4Ie6MsQ/s1600-h/Otavalo+Market1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rze-GlT6vOI/AAAAAAAAASI/m-cD4Ie6MsQ/s400/Otavalo+Market1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131779320716115170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rze-HFT6vPI/AAAAAAAAASQ/gzQKH1cXW8U/s1600-h/Otavalo+Market2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rze-HFT6vPI/AAAAAAAAASQ/gzQKH1cXW8U/s400/Otavalo+Market2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131779329306049778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rze-H1T6vQI/AAAAAAAAASY/Pys_-pR8lQQ/s1600-h/Otavalo+Market3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rze-H1T6vQI/AAAAAAAAASY/Pys_-pR8lQQ/s400/Otavalo+Market3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131779342190951682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rze-IVT6vRI/AAAAAAAAASg/ev4BrSDO4uw/s1600-h/Otavalo+Market+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rze-IVT6vRI/AAAAAAAAASg/ev4BrSDO4uw/s400/Otavalo+Market+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131779350780886290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rze-JFT6vSI/AAAAAAAAASo/BvIUeRFXthg/s1600-h/Otavalo+Market5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rze-JFT6vSI/AAAAAAAAASo/BvIUeRFXthg/s400/Otavalo+Market5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131779363665788194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to check out Laguna de San Pablo. We "accidentally" got on the wrong bus. We were the last to get off and then had to walk 1km, which seemed like 3km to get to the lake. I did run into a pig on the way there. Let's just call him Dirty Wilbur-Filthy Pig.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RzfBA1T6vXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YXKUpyBxlqI/s1600-h/Dirty+Wilbur.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RzfBA1T6vXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YXKUpyBxlqI/s400/Dirty+Wilbur.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131782520466750834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was pretty nice. They even had boats and jet skis for those with an extra 50 bucks to spare. It was nice. We ate at a nice restaurant by the beach. It was good, but oh boy was it hot.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RzfAP1T6vTI/AAAAAAAAASw/tmkcOssO8tg/s1600-h/Lake+San+Pablo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RzfAP1T6vTI/AAAAAAAAASw/tmkcOssO8tg/s400/Lake+San+Pablo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131781678653160754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RzfAQlT6vUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/MzSVM0Mv2j0/s1600-h/Lake+San+Pablo+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RzfAQlT6vUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/MzSVM0Mv2j0/s400/Lake+San+Pablo+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131781691538062658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RzfAQ1T6vVI/AAAAAAAAATA/wvQZ-gMS2tE/s1600-h/San+Pablo+Pier.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RzfAQ1T6vVI/AAAAAAAAATA/wvQZ-gMS2tE/s400/San+Pablo+Pier.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131781695833029970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RzfARVT6vWI/AAAAAAAAATI/DaNpYgGh8vg/s1600-h/Krystle+Pole+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RzfARVT6vWI/AAAAAAAAATI/DaNpYgGh8vg/s400/Krystle+Pole+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131781704422964578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice adventure. Beware, you can spend over $100 dollars here. They are nice, but I gotta remember, there's no Jeep to take these things home. I had to carry them on the bus. Can we say NOT COMFORTABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a trip to remember. I definitely laughed when it was over. I saw some pretty amazing things and met some really nice people. There is so much to do here and I just might head back, just not on a holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-5925863068677531723?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/5925863068677531723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=5925863068677531723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/5925863068677531723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/5925863068677531723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/11/otavalo.html' title='Otavalo'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RzewVVT6vMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LWh9izEebBE/s72-c/Krystle+and+Tina.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-4074624459780829968</id><published>2007-10-27T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T13:11:02.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Juegos Internos</title><content type='html'>Today was quite a day! It was Field Day (in the States) times 50! En serio (seriously). &lt;br /&gt;Each class had to come up with a class t-shirt and jersey (which my students designed) and then we had to get them made. They were absolutely amazing. You can see all of the students in their t-shirts. My fourth graders did a wonderful job. The boys play another 4th grade boy team and the girls play other 4th grade girls. My boys won, but my girls...well let's just say...they are truly girls.&lt;br /&gt;"Can we wear skirts", "I just want to cheer", "Do we have to wear shorts?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun nonetheless. I wish I had taken a picture of all of it. The dunk tank, the food (including sushi), the games, the prizes. It was truly different than the pie throwing and homemade hotdogs that I'm used to. It was packed! Parents were in the stands cheering their children on, and all the student's were SO excited! I had a good time, even though I had to be at school at 8:00 on a Saturday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Bueno! Tuve a buen dia, por seguro. La mayoria de personas in la escuela piden "Tu quieres regresa proximo ano?", y contesto "Me gusta, pero no se ahora." Entonces, muchas personas creen que tal vez regreso desde me gusta Ecuador. Ellos piensan que soy muy amable y simpatica. Veran!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTMqse9lNI/AAAAAAAAAQo/K3k9iMU1UOw/s1600-h/Family+Day+before+the+Games+Begin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTMqse9lNI/AAAAAAAAAQo/K3k9iMU1UOw/s400/Family+Day+before+the+Games+Begin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126447309722064082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTMr8e9lOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ms51cavmUJY/s1600-h/Getting+Ready+for+Parade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTMr8e9lOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ms51cavmUJY/s400/Getting+Ready+for+Parade.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126447331196900578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTMsse9lPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8fDDWQGZFDI/s1600-h/Getting+Ready+for+Parade+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTMsse9lPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8fDDWQGZFDI/s400/Getting+Ready+for+Parade+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126447344081802482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTMtse9lQI/AAAAAAAAARA/0jzEIQKhxAw/s1600-h/On+the+Field+during+Parade.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTMtse9lQI/AAAAAAAAARA/0jzEIQKhxAw/s400/On+the+Field+during+Parade.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126447361261671682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTMvce9lRI/AAAAAAAAARI/wsOQNUgJEOw/s1600-h/On+the+Sidelines.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTMvce9lRI/AAAAAAAAARI/wsOQNUgJEOw/s400/On+the+Sidelines.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126447391326442770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTPyse9lSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zGTBSkvFs_Q/s1600-h/Stretching.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTPyse9lSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zGTBSkvFs_Q/s400/Stretching.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126450745695900962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTP2Me9lTI/AAAAAAAAARY/FGMXE4OWDyY/s1600-h/Boys+3-0.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTP2Me9lTI/AAAAAAAAARY/FGMXE4OWDyY/s400/Boys+3-0.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126450805825443122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTP3ce9lUI/AAAAAAAAARg/XekL45iAztI/s1600-h/Girl+Down....JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTP3ce9lUI/AAAAAAAAARg/XekL45iAztI/s400/Girl+Down....JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126450827300279618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-4074624459780829968?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/4074624459780829968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=4074624459780829968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4074624459780829968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4074624459780829968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/10/juegos-internos.html' title='Juegos Internos'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RyTMqse9lNI/AAAAAAAAAQo/K3k9iMU1UOw/s72-c/Family+Day+before+the+Games+Begin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-4875352815323338960</id><published>2007-10-14T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:58:29.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowabunga Dude</title><content type='html'>Well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. So, I will show you........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQQxrJPtzUc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQQxrJPtzUc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I tried the easier way, but I wasn't as successful as I hoped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/algB6rMpu14"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/algB6rMpu14" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met some friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8KT1ZNGTuw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8KT1ZNGTuw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met one of the cutest little things ever! I had such a good time. Isn't he cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KWCEMxCkDO0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KWCEMxCkDO0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this wonderful farm to experience milking a cow, and I did! What fun! Now when I tell you that the smell wasn't very pleasant, Trust me, it was STINKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows....maybe my next trip, I'll wrestle with the pigs! (just kidding)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-4875352815323338960?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/4875352815323338960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=4875352815323338960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4875352815323338960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4875352815323338960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/10/cowabunga-dude.html' title='Cowabunga Dude'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-8254310393648822060</id><published>2007-10-01T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T14:17:47.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out Wachala</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I went to Guachala (it just sounds like WACHALA), which is a little city outside Cayambe, home of another......VOLCANO. You can see the snow on top, if it isn't too cloudy...which it was this weekend. Entonces, yo no tengo bueno fotos. I planned on riding these horses, but turns out they took some medication and weren't able to get good Krystle Exercise&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RwfU2gRAgiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vZn_34nEAYU/s1600-h/Horses+are+Ready.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RwfU2gRAgiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vZn_34nEAYU/s400/Horses+are+Ready.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118293534369153570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RwfU3ARAgjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/EFjRJZR1-jk/s1600-h/Horses+I+didn%27t+ride.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RwfU3ARAgjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/EFjRJZR1-jk/s400/Horses+I+didn%27t+ride.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118293542959088178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was touring around, I found a coffee tree and a banana tree. It was pretty cool. Call me a city girl, but I have never seen a banana tree before. People told me...don't take a picture of that one...there are better ones everywhere...but this is just a snap picture of one. I was so excited. You can tell I don't get out much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RwfY5gRAgkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5wv0MO0KngI/s1600-h/Coffee+Bean+Tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RwfY5gRAgkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5wv0MO0KngI/s400/Coffee+Bean+Tree.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118297983955272258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RwfY6ARAglI/AAAAAAAAAOY/A-yKeLibVJw/s1600-h/Coffee+Bean.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RwfY6ARAglI/AAAAAAAAAOY/A-yKeLibVJw/s400/Coffee+Bean.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118297992545206866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RwfY6gRAgmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bX8hxcgQuSw/s1600-h/Banana+Tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RwfY6gRAgmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bX8hxcgQuSw/s400/Banana+Tree.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118298001135141474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, I saw what I thought were llamas...I said "Those llamas are smalller than I thought they would be" (keep in mind I have only seen them in a book called &lt;em&gt;IS YOUR MAMA A LLAMA&lt;/em&gt; However they are like cousins of llama called alpaca. They were soooo cute. You just want to take them home. Here are a few pictures. They do spit however. Fortunately for me(and them!), I didn't get any saliva on me, but one of them, (let's call him Pepe) spit on his buddy (Luis). Yes, in case you want to know. It's gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rwfb6gRAgnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/SVeP0ekjH20/s1600-h/Apaca+Boys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rwfb6gRAgnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/SVeP0ekjH20/s400/Apaca+Boys.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118301299670024818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rwfb6wRAgoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/cMxaD4-X9qc/s1600-h/Up+Close+and+Peronal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rwfb6wRAgoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/cMxaD4-X9qc/s400/Up+Close+and+Peronal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118301303964992130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rwfb7QRAgpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kbEiIeC8oTc/s1600-h/Up+Close+and+Personal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rwfb7QRAgpI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kbEiIeC8oTc/s400/Up+Close+and+Personal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118301312554926738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I always want you to see where I have been resting my head. Here is a picture of the hotel room. By the time I took a picture, my own room was dark, so this is before I received a key. The rooms were beautiful. They were so spacious and they had a fireplace. Every night, they cut your fire wood for you. Guess what....this hotel room had HOT WATER. Yahoooo!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rwfe_QRAgqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/wQS5hGIEHMo/s1600-h/Pretty+Guachala+Hotel+Room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rwfe_QRAgqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/wQS5hGIEHMo/s400/Pretty+Guachala+Hotel+Room.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118304679809286818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-8254310393648822060?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/8254310393648822060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=8254310393648822060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8254310393648822060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8254310393648822060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/10/watch-out-wachala.html' title='Watch out Wachala'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RwfU2gRAgiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vZn_34nEAYU/s72-c/Horses+are+Ready.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-1002002355421784003</id><published>2007-09-26T08:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T08:59:18.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Season is Coming</title><content type='html'>Yesterday started the beginning of the Wet Season, which means rain, more rain, and more rain. It rained yesterday in the morning and didn't stop until late morning or late afternoon. It is also getting cooler, even in the valley (where I work). The Wet Season usually starts in October, so it is about right on time. See here, there is no spring, summer, fall, or winter. Those lucky students! They only have two seasons to remember- Wet and Dry. The wet season last from maybe October until May. Apparently May is when it rains todos los dias- EVERY DAY! I am not looking forward to that, but I can handle it. &lt;br /&gt;     I can't believe that time is flying. We just had Open House yesterday and it went very well. I was very nervous, because most of the parents do not speak English, but I am not confident in my Spanish to attempt an Open House in Spanish. I am sure I would say something about it being a joy to teach their children and end up saying it would be a joy to eat your children. Hey...it could happen. So English is where I am these days. &lt;br /&gt;     I actually think the parents enjoy hearing me speak, because they want to learn. They are grateful for my clear speech. Isn't it great....in Dallas, you guys wanted me to shut up...but here, they want me to talk ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL day! It's great! &lt;br /&gt;     By the way, I don't think anyone has purchased tickets yet, so ummm....I think you need to get on it. Is it money? Is that it? Are you trying to save up and nervous? It's okay. Just go to a big business and ask them to sponsor you. Tell them that I am here. They should know me by name. I bet they will give you the money. You never know unless you try.&lt;br /&gt;     This will probably be my last entry for September. Feel free to look at the very bottom of the blog for a personal calendar. It let's you know what's going on. It is a little bare, but hopefully I can fill it up with lots of nice things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;Krystle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-1002002355421784003?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/1002002355421784003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=1002002355421784003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/1002002355421784003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/1002002355421784003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/09/wet-season-is-coming_26.html' title='Wet Season is Coming'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-8256192615947432643</id><published>2007-09-13T10:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T08:58:01.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Reader</title><content type='html'>Well, I know what it's like now. You pick up a book and rely only on the pictures to help you understand what you're reading. You are not a fluent reader. You stumble on the words. You sound out Eh-ver-ee-th-ee-n-g. You realize that you don't know every single word, so you ask people around you "What does _______ mean?" or " How do you say ___________?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading a book that is found in the EASY section of the library. In bold print, it says &lt;strong&gt;A PARTIR DE 7 ANOS&lt;/strong&gt;, which means that a seven year old could read it. Clearly, I'm about 20 years past that and it's almost a bit embarrassing. But I will keep going. I am reading a series about Mini, and by golly, by the end of the year, I hope to know all about her and all of her adventures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I understand an Early Reader's struggle. I need your support people. Don't laugh....encourage me. Even though my reading is lower than the 1st and 2nd graders at my school, I will NOT be ashamed. I will hold my head up high, sit in the chair at the Early Readers Meeting held on Wednesday Nights and say "My name is Krystle, and I'm an early reader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RulaWeKjJ5I/AAAAAAAAANA/5bGFrXXcmK8/s1600-h/Book+Cover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RulaWeKjJ5I/AAAAAAAAANA/5bGFrXXcmK8/s400/Book+Cover.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109714594329470866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-8256192615947432643?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/8256192615947432643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=8256192615947432643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8256192615947432643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8256192615947432643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/09/early-reader.html' title='Early Reader'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RulaWeKjJ5I/AAAAAAAAANA/5bGFrXXcmK8/s72-c/Book+Cover.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-7906328617129476222</id><published>2007-09-10T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:19:27.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Feliz Cumpleaños!</title><content type='html'>Well, last week was Dad and Tracey's Birthday, so I wanted you to know that I made a cake in honor of your birthday. It was an orange cake- no icing. So, first of all, it's hard okay. It's so hard to make a cake from the box when all instructions are in Spanish. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RuWX5LngBnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/y1UbzbGlcFo/s1600-h/Box+Cake+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RuWX5LngBnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/y1UbzbGlcFo/s400/Box+Cake+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108656360948500082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, good thing no one had to eat it. I know that huevos means eggs, but I didn't know if I needed to add oil, butter, or margarine. I was also to add milk, and forgot until the very end. Plus, I didn't have a mixer. So technically, the cake didn't taste the best, but I worked with what I had. After I thought the cake was done, I couldn't get it out of the pan. So some of it separated, which is why the cake looks a little cracked! Here are some pictures. I promise, I am going to return baking like I've never baked before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RuWYU7ngBoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/hTxLV-Xpsvc/s1600-h/Cake+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RuWYU7ngBoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/hTxLV-Xpsvc/s400/Cake+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108656837689869954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RuWYVbngBpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Qlfyz4xSupg/s1600-h/Cake+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RuWYVbngBpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Qlfyz4xSupg/s400/Cake+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108656846279804562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Birthday Dad! Happy Birthday Tracey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-7906328617129476222?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/7906328617129476222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=7906328617129476222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7906328617129476222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7906328617129476222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/09/feliz-cumpleaos.html' title='¡Feliz Cumpleaños!'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RuWX5LngBnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/y1UbzbGlcFo/s72-c/Box+Cake+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-3723670857382665711</id><published>2007-08-29T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T08:17:10.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Classroom</title><content type='html'>Well, school starts tomorrow and today I have parent orientation. It is super dificil because as you know I do not speak Spanish very well, but I try. (Yo no hablo espanol bien, pero, siempre yo trato) I have met a few parents and students and they all seemed very nice. I had to call parents to tell them about the meeting, but I felt like such an idiot. Fortunately some parents speak English very well. They were really excited to know that I was American and a native English speaker because they really want their students to learn English properly. &lt;br /&gt;As you will see from the video, most things are hand made. Unfortunately, I don't have all the cutesy things that I have in the states, but my creativity was challenged and I think I did a pretty good job with it. I am most proud of my calendar. You can see that thing from miles away! Please keep me in your prayers as I embark on a new journey into teaching in Ecuador. Those things are different, things are still the same with education. I am excited and very hopeful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uqZMiFwSPA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uqZMiFwSPA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-3723670857382665711?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/3723670857382665711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=3723670857382665711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3723670857382665711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3723670857382665711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-classroom.html' title='My Classroom'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-3389123667175512597</id><published>2007-08-26T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T08:54:59.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Banos: Hot Baths (Please be Advised...Content May Be Inappropriate for Those Who Love Animals and Those Who Scare Easily)</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to Banos which are called hot baths, because there are natural saunas that is heated from the volcano. It's pretty cool. The volcano is actually active and I am very happy that I didn't experience an eruption while I was there. It is actually illegal to climb, but people still do. It was very nice to see. In the video of the hostal, I will show you footage of a mountain and someone told me it wasn't the volcano, but I think they were wrong. That was soooooooo the volcano. Look at the smoke. At night, it is really really really pretty. (Well as pretty as they get) &lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AngQOAZHv_s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AngQOAZHv_s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had an opportunity to walk around the city and get a few things. It was a nice small city. For the first time, I saw.......well....I will let you see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtVzpLngBII/AAAAAAAAAG8/s657xkw-GVM/s1600-h/Guinea+Pig1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtVzpLngBII/AAAAAAAAAG8/s657xkw-GVM/s400/Guinea+Pig1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104112904024622210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtVz2rngBJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jumgvmRfsSo/s1600-h/Guinea+Pig2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtVz2rngBJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jumgvmRfsSo/s400/Guinea+Pig2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104113135952856210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...that's right...good ole Guinea Pig. In US- a lovely pet....in Ecuador- a delicious meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took some pictures, but unfortunately I was sick on this trip, so I don't feel so pretty, but I knew you wanted to see me anyway. I am standing in front of this amazing 3-D mural, even if you can't see it. Some of those body parts or objects are sculpted in way to see the shape like the fingers, the drum sticks, some of the people's hair. It was cool. I had to take a picture next to it. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV5r7ngBKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BOxGGCVkPLE/s1600-h/Banos+Portrait1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV5r7ngBKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BOxGGCVkPLE/s400/Banos+Portrait1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104119548339029154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV56rngBLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Z_uBlOFGIug/s1600-h/Banos+Portrait2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV56rngBLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Z_uBlOFGIug/s400/Banos+Portrait2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104119801742099634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-3389123667175512597?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/3389123667175512597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=3389123667175512597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3389123667175512597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3389123667175512597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/08/banos-hot-baths.html' title='Banos: Hot Baths (Please be Advised...Content May Be Inappropriate for Those Who Love Animals and Those Who Scare Easily)'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtVzpLngBII/AAAAAAAAAG8/s657xkw-GVM/s72-c/Guinea+Pig1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-2055528914611661140</id><published>2007-08-18T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:27:50.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apartment</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally moved out on my own. What a journey huh. I enjoyed spending time with my host family and I will definitely miss the meals that's for sure. Now I have to cook for myself! But you know what....I can do it. Water and Crackers never hurt anybody! SMILE. I have a tour for you. I hope you enjoy. This is only the after video! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R8CdGXgRx0k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R8CdGXgRx0k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-2055528914611661140?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/2055528914611661140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=2055528914611661140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/2055528914611661140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/2055528914611661140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-apartment.html' title='My Apartment'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-6936514675212182120</id><published>2007-08-17T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:17:49.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Teaching My English Class...</title><content type='html'>We had a party. Here are pics from the party as well as the students who I taught English at a Language Institute. I taught adults, now I'm off to teaching children!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWMNrngBiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DrQTo2vtAdM/s1600-h/Me+and+Students.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWMNrngBiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DrQTo2vtAdM/s400/Me+and+Students.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104139919368914466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students is a dancer and just joined a Dance company, so I was quite surprised when she danced two numbers. One of which I was asked to join in. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWMobngBjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DuEyg1KkGGM/s1600-h/Satya,+Joh,+Vaugh,+and+Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWMobngBjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DuEyg1KkGGM/s400/Satya,+Joh,+Vaugh,+and+Me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104140378930415154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she a beautiful dancer. She is only 16!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWNpbngBkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/u9V5cbrCt6I/s1600-h/Beautiful+Dancer+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWNpbngBkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/u9V5cbrCt6I/s400/Beautiful+Dancer+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104141495621912130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWNprngBlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YKwnMhQR2i8/s1600-h/Beautiful+Dancer+BandW.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWNprngBlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YKwnMhQR2i8/s400/Beautiful+Dancer+BandW.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104141499916879442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-6936514675212182120?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/6936514675212182120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=6936514675212182120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/6936514675212182120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/6936514675212182120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-day-teaching-my-english-class.html' title='Last Day Teaching My English Class...'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWMNrngBiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DrQTo2vtAdM/s72-c/Me+and+Students.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-5600636923166385100</id><published>2007-08-12T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:22:39.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Meets Boy</title><content type='html'>Well, I know you said it would happen. I met a nice young fellow named Eliás. He is very sensitive to the fact that I don´t know Spanish very well. He doesn´t try to use sophisticated vocabulary with me. He´s so sweet too. He gave me a big hug the first day we met. What a sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention he was five! He goes to church with me. At first, we just stared at each other because I didn´t know what to say. I am sure I sounded like an idiot to him. I was all ¨¿Tú tienes amigo?¨ ¨Que son sus nombres¨ ¨Te gusta escuela¨, you know that stuff. Which is probably not correct, but he answered finally. And now we are like best friends. Maybe because we are on the same level, well he is a lot more advanced than I am, but nonetheless a Friend is a Friend! Age ain´t nothing but a number!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-5600636923166385100?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/5600636923166385100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=5600636923166385100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/5600636923166385100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/5600636923166385100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/08/girl-meets-boy.html' title='Girl Meets Boy'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-542693013668650381</id><published>2007-08-08T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:17:34.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado!</title><content type='html'>I learned what Cuidado meant from real life experience: A car was coming. Anna Maria says ¨Cuidado, Cuidad¨ and pushes me out of the way. I have NO idea what she´s saying. Then the car rushes by. Now I know what ¨Cuidado¨ means and I guarantee, I will never forget it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-542693013668650381?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/542693013668650381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=542693013668650381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/542693013668650381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/542693013668650381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/08/cuidado.html' title='Cuidado!'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-897082715892044704</id><published>2007-08-04T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:35:52.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking up the Volcano: Krystle Style</title><content type='html'>One weekend, I decided to go up the Teleferico which takes you up the Volcano Pichinca (Read more about Pichinca here- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pichincha_(volcano)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you go up the Teleferico and look down on the city. There you can see both sides...it's absolutely amazing. They actually made it into an amusement park, so they are bringing in the big bucks. What's so great is that even local Ecuatorianos still visit, sometimes every week or so. Many people go to the top (not the very top) and rest or read books. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my hikers and I decided to go ahead and hike  up more. It was beautiful, but I really wanted beauty rest and had to stop several times. It is so steep. I opted not to ride the horses up the mountain. You see how lazy they were being. You can rent horses for $2 and hour. You could see lots of people riding and just hanging out or climbing higher than I did. I took some pictures for you to see. Hope you enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWAs7ngBVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sEGA97FBNn0/s1600-h/Teleferico+up+Volcano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWAs7ngBVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sEGA97FBNn0/s400/Teleferico+up+Volcano.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104127262100292946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV-kLngBRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/a4Ln4Z9FN7I/s1600-h/Pichincha+overlooking+city+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV-kLngBRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/a4Ln4Z9FN7I/s400/Pichincha+overlooking+city+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104124912753181970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV-k7ngBSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QACDmCkjAdc/s1600-h/Pichincha+overlooking+City.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV-k7ngBSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QACDmCkjAdc/s400/Pichincha+overlooking+City.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104124925638083874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV-lbngBTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-RObnu6d3kI/s1600-h/Pichincha+overlooking+city+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV-lbngBTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-RObnu6d3kI/s400/Pichincha+overlooking+city+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104124934228018482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV-mLngBUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/w0phmcMTvqM/s1600-h/Teleferico.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV-mLngBUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/w0phmcMTvqM/s400/Teleferico.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104124947112920386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV8fbngBMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/14AXrdEQ3gA/s1600-h/After+Hike+up+Volcano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV8fbngBMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/14AXrdEQ3gA/s400/After+Hike+up+Volcano.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104122632125547714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV8gLngBNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ys9jlq9QLL4/s1600-h/Horses+were+too+lazy+to+ride.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV8gLngBNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ys9jlq9QLL4/s400/Horses+were+too+lazy+to+ride.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104122645010449618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV8grngBOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/k4-pM6E6eIU/s1600-h/Horses...Lazy2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV8grngBOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/k4-pM6E6eIU/s400/Horses...Lazy2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104122653600384226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV8hbngBPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ePgHcC6VDME/s1600-h/On+top+of+mountain+overlooking+city.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV8hbngBPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ePgHcC6VDME/s400/On+top+of+mountain+overlooking+city.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104122666485286130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV8h7ngBQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3gfxEyN7JSw/s1600-h/On+top...of+Pichincha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtV8h7ngBQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3gfxEyN7JSw/s400/On+top...of+Pichincha.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104122675075220738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWBn7ngBXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-LUQPcY4hNI/s1600-h/Tired+after+Hike+up+Volcano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWBn7ngBXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-LUQPcY4hNI/s400/Tired+after+Hike+up+Volcano.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104128275712574834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-897082715892044704?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/897082715892044704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=897082715892044704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/897082715892044704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/897082715892044704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/08/hiking-up-volcano-krystle-style.html' title='Hiking up the Volcano: Krystle Style'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWAs7ngBVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sEGA97FBNn0/s72-c/Teleferico+up+Volcano.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-2136137236294642631</id><published>2007-07-30T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:06:42.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindo Mindo</title><content type='html'>I went to Mindo Cloud Forest the weekend and I had an absolutely lovely time. We spoke nothing but Spanish, therefore, there was a lot going on and I just did what everone else did. We went to see all the exotic butterflies. They were absolutely gorgeous. Apparently, people come from all around the world to see them. One of the most popular are the owl eyes. I mean, they really look like owl eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWFxbngBYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPy5RlTH7O8/s1600-h/Mindo+Butterflies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWFxbngBYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPy5RlTH7O8/s400/Mindo+Butterflies.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104132836967843202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWFx7ngBZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sGNwG0cfNmk/s1600-h/Mindo+Butterflies4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWFx7ngBZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sGNwG0cfNmk/s400/Mindo+Butterflies4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104132845557777810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWFybngBaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6kce-5cI3tE/s1600-h/Mindo+Butterflies+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWFybngBaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6kce-5cI3tE/s400/Mindo+Butterflies+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104132854147712418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWFzLngBbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kNdamUylXdI/s1600-h/Mindo+City.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWFzLngBbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kNdamUylXdI/s400/Mindo+City.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104132867032614322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWFzrngBcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/geDOfv-B5eE/s1600-h/Mindo+Pond.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWFzrngBcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/geDOfv-B5eE/s400/Mindo+Pond.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104132875622548930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went bike riding all throughout the city. Now, it isn't a large city, but I was definitely tired afterwards. I actually go up close and personal with a cow (I've always wanted to touch one...milk one too), but I couldn't get my camera out in time, so you will see the cow when she left me (tears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWH7rngBfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lV7uApBKBBA/s1600-h/Krystle+after+Long+Bike+Ride.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWH7rngBfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lV7uApBKBBA/s400/Krystle+after+Long+Bike+Ride.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104135212084758002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWLarngBhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-4I5N0evtCA/s1600-h/I+touched+a+cow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWLarngBhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-4I5N0evtCA/s400/I+touched+a+cow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104139043195586066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-2136137236294642631?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/2136137236294642631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=2136137236294642631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/2136137236294642631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/2136137236294642631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/07/lindo-mindo.html' title='Lindo Mindo'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RtWFxbngBYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CPy5RlTH7O8/s72-c/Mindo+Butterflies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-764167379254075448</id><published>2007-07-22T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:22:38.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It wasn´t all Beaches and Cream</title><content type='html'>Well, as you all know, I went to the Beach this weekend. I had so much fun at the beach, but let me tell you....it was one experience I will never forget. Where should I start. It started out a wonderful adventure. I was able to take pictures of the mountains and the high peaks of the Andes. It was great. I have pics of my family and I on our way. We got to a late start....approximately 4:30 or so. But it was still daylight so we could see many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RqZl-sJy5lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8ijgQmY1418/s1600-h/Mi+Familia+on+the+way+to+the+beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RqZl-sJy5lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8ijgQmY1418/s400/Mi+Familia+on+the+way+to+the+beach.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090868556467463762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RqZmhMJy5mI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OVQqE0WX8bA/s1600-h/THIS+CAN%C2%A8T+BE+BEAT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RqZmhMJy5mI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OVQqE0WX8bA/s400/THIS+CAN%C2%A8T+BE+BEAT.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090869149172950626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course we stopped for food. We always stop for food. Food is very big here, so I don´t think I´ll be losing any weight like I thought guys. So, anyway, the trip is about 5 hours to the beach which is in a province called the Esmeraldas, which is where most of the Afro-Ecuadorians live. Well, we arrived at 3 in the morning. Why, you ask? Because we had two flat tires. Both of which took hours upon hours. When we were waiting to fix the tire, I saw some of the largest bugs EVER. Creepy and Cool all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach was nice and I have never seen the Pacific Ocean, so it was great. The hotels are very cheap....like 8 dollars a night. My first hotel was hmmm....how can I saw...not even worth the 8 bucks. You could see right into my room. There was COLD water and I slept with all of my clothes on. Even my shoes. I even put the mosquito net down. When I woke up to take a (SHOWER!?!?!?), there was a huge lizard in the bathroom. I was so grossed out, I went away to get something and came back and it was gone! I was so engrossed with finding it, especially since I had to take my shower. It is weird. &lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DzUnti5TZfY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DzUnti5TZfY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; The second hotel was much better and it was only 6 dollars. This time the water was at least cool and not cold. &lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ra5a_ovn_I0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ra5a_ovn_I0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had a pretty good time. I had a wonderful time. The food is cheap...really cheap. I can´t wait to go again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-764167379254075448?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/764167379254075448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=764167379254075448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/764167379254075448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/764167379254075448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-wasnt-all-beaches-and-cream.html' title='It wasn´t all Beaches and Cream'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RqZl-sJy5lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8ijgQmY1418/s72-c/Mi+Familia+on+the+way+to+the+beach.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-5871646766792043958</id><published>2007-07-20T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:32:46.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Way Man</title><content type='html'>Well, on Friday, it was the last day of Spanish Class....YAHOO! I have pictured my Spanish Teacher who frustrated me to no end....but I am glad that I can be nice to her now since classes are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RqY_wMJy5jI/AAAAAAAAAGE/odtZiCHniiA/s1600-h/Ibeth+and+Krystle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RqY_wMJy5jI/AAAAAAAAAGE/odtZiCHniiA/s400/Ibeth+and+Krystle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090826525917505074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and I had to do a scavenger hunt and find one of the churches in the Old City...This is my friend Jon and I thinking we found the correct place. We were so happy! Then we finally got back and figured out we were in the wrong place the whole time! But it was fun. We had to hurry up because I was on my way to the beach...Don´t worry...I will tell you all about my beach experience soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RqZA98Jy5kI/AAAAAAAAAGM/COSyy9FRRCo/s1600-h/Pic+with+Jon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RqZA98Jy5kI/AAAAAAAAAGM/COSyy9FRRCo/s400/Pic+with+Jon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090827861652334146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-5871646766792043958?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/5871646766792043958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=5871646766792043958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/5871646766792043958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/5871646766792043958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/07/wrong-way-man.html' title='Wrong Way Man'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RqY_wMJy5jI/AAAAAAAAAGE/odtZiCHniiA/s72-c/Ibeth+and+Krystle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-8582720859984432764</id><published>2007-07-18T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:14:41.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toto, I don´t think we´re in TEXAS anymore!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends and Family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! It has been a busy few days though it feels like I have been here for weeks. It is absolutely amazing. Beautiful. The elevation is so high, you lose your breath just by getting out of bed. I was welcomed with open arms by my family-Viviana, Marcos, and Antonio. We are actually planning an excursion to the beach this weekend and I am really looking forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we took a tour, and I didn´t get to go around much, but I have a lot to look forward to seeing. It is amazing. I think my expectations were one thing and I came down here to see something totally different. It is a large city, like any other. Of course, this is a developing country, so you have to understand that plumbing isn´t all that great. I have to wait forever for water to warm up, or just go ahead and take a COLD shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EQUATOR- Who cares? It is cold down here! Yep, we are on the equator, but we are in the MOUNTAINS....therefore, it´s cold. I will take a picture of Cotapaxi for you which is an active volcano. It is covered with snow. Absolutely beautiful. I have a few pictures to share with you, but rest assured more are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is so funny. Look at the pics and you will see how from one side of the mountain it looks like we will have a storm and on the other side, as sunny and blue as can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can´t wait to talk to guys and I hope that you all are doing well in the States. I miss you, but I´m having fun! Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rp50Qp3bFAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tzwoPLNDicU/s1600-h/Marco+y+Viviana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rp50Qp3bFAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tzwoPLNDicU/s400/Marco+y+Viviana.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088632458440283138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rp50RZ3bFBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d3tgGxk-9go/s1600-h/On+top+of+mountain+overlooking+city.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rp50RZ3bFBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d3tgGxk-9go/s400/On+top+of+mountain+overlooking+city.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088632471325185042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rp50SJ3bFCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lT0GxCVRZKg/s1600-h/See+the+differnence.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rp50SJ3bFCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lT0GxCVRZKg/s400/See+the+differnence.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088632484210086946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rp50Sp3bFDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSjJK1Fy-sE/s1600-h/This+is+only+one+side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rp50Sp3bFDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hSjJK1Fy-sE/s400/This+is+only+one+side.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088632492800021554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rp50TJ3bFEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nIwotIs1bKM/s1600-h/What+a+view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rp50TJ3bFEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nIwotIs1bKM/s400/What+a+view.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088632501389956162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-8582720859984432764?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/8582720859984432764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=8582720859984432764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8582720859984432764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8582720859984432764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/07/toto-i-dont-think-were-in-texas-anymore.html' title='Toto, I don´t think we´re in TEXAS anymore!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rp50Qp3bFAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tzwoPLNDicU/s72-c/Marco+y+Viviana.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-1031848621511875016</id><published>2007-07-12T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T00:37:52.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Fiesta</title><content type='html'>Oh, you guys are so wonderful! Thank you for the party. I had such a wonderful time being with you all. Mom, Dad, Tracey...now I know where I got my cheesy-ness from. From the Backyardigans theme party favors, the Spanish Music, the Cake in favor of the Ecuadorian flag, the poncho, and a Mexican Style sombrero....you can't get any better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to expect when I walked in and saw 30 or so of you coming to send me off and wish me well. I am so glad that you were able to come. How thoughtful and heartwarming. Thank you all for being there for me. I was so excited, I couldn't eat. Can you believe it?!?! I only ate about 3 bites of food...and no cake. But I was so busy spending time with you all...and that was worth more than that hot, fried chicken, rich mashed potatoes, and steamy green beans with a hint of bacon...yum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifts were delightful, the cards were encouraging, the books were enlightening, and the money was....hmm....well...The money was GOOD! Thanks to you all. I love you all and will miss you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, although I am embarking on a journey that is far away, you are all close to me in my heart. I can keep you there. Whenever I am down or feeling a little homesick or down, please trust that your faces will be the first to come to mind. Your words will be the ones I remember and hold dear. Your laughter will be the first that echoes in my ears, and the rhythm of my heart will mimic the love that I have for you. Hugs and Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Krystle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RpcNrZ3bE8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/sGQfsoc663U/s1600-h/Tracey+and+Krystle+in+Hat1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RpcNrZ3bE8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/sGQfsoc663U/s200/Tracey+and+Krystle+in+Hat1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086549343467148226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RpcOCJ3bE9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/rRk5L3g9S4U/s1600-h/Spanish+Girl+Cutting+Cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RpcOCJ3bE9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/rRk5L3g9S4U/s200/Spanish+Girl+Cutting+Cake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086549734309172178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RpcOX53bE-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/14oBDyAck5c/s1600-h/Amanda,+Krystle,+and+Brandy-+Partners+in+Crime.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RpcOX53bE-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/14oBDyAck5c/s200/Amanda,+Krystle,+and+Brandy-+Partners+in+Crime.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086550107971326946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RpcOvZ3bE_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/lv8l8yEJqvI/s1600-h/3+AMIGOS2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RpcOvZ3bE_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/lv8l8yEJqvI/s200/3+AMIGOS2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086550511698252786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-1031848621511875016?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/1031848621511875016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=1031848621511875016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/1031848621511875016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/1031848621511875016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/07/goodbye-fiesta.html' title='Goodbye Fiesta'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RpcNrZ3bE8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/sGQfsoc663U/s72-c/Tracey+and+Krystle+in+Hat1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-4478216013365546762</id><published>2007-07-09T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:49:57.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown....</title><content type='html'>I have so many emotions and feelings and thoughts running through my head. So much to process and so little time. I guess there is no real sure fire way to act in these situations, we are all different and handle things differently. If you want to know how I'm feeling...the answer is- I don't know. I don't have one answer. I am sad because I am leaving wonderful people behind (well, not behind per se, but I am leaving you north), I am leaving the semi-predictable world that I have lived in for a quarter of a century, and I am going somewhere where there is no such thing as a comfort zone for me. I don't know what to expect, but I do know to expect something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't worry though. Keep me in your prayers always. Remember that I am fulfilling a dream that I have had for so long. No matter what happens while I am there, I am finally doing something that I want to do...taking a risk and putting myself in a position to learn and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I can't describe how I'm feeling about my move, I can tell you that I will miss McDonald's in the morning, I will miss the English language, I will miss my Jeep, I will miss my salary, and most of all I will miss my family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all have truly been a blessing to me. There is no way that I can list every person and your contributions, but in one way or another, you have encouraged me through hugs, kisses, prayers, small talks, and laughter. I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting Down.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-4478216013365546762?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/4478216013365546762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=4478216013365546762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4478216013365546762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4478216013365546762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/07/countdown.html' title='The Countdown....'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-8598445976211572557</id><published>2007-07-01T22:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:03:42.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing Videos</title><content type='html'>See what Tracey and I did on our last fishing expedition before I leave! Unfortunately, I do not have the video where I caught fish (3 to be exact) There were a few technical difficulties. Just look at Tracey's video and picture me struggling to catch the fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r5Inayeb_4M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r5Inayeb_4M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8nSPE3Ujb3Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8nSPE3Ujb3Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-8598445976211572557?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/8598445976211572557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=8598445976211572557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8598445976211572557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8598445976211572557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/07/fishing-videos.html' title='Fishing Videos'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-7538025330098485218</id><published>2007-06-29T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:22:59.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone to Brooklyn</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted to go somewhere really special? You don't want to go by yourself so you wait for someone to go with you. Then before you know it, a whole year has passed. Well, my family came through for me. Dad said "Let's go...." and just like that...we were there. I have been wanting to go to this Jazz Restaurant for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brooklynjazzcafe.com/"&gt;www.brooklynjazzcafe.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Family for taking me. I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RohRjEc746I/AAAAAAAAAD0/fPwhfxZXK5k/s1600-h/Dad+at+Brooklyns.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RohRjEc746I/AAAAAAAAAD0/fPwhfxZXK5k/s200/Dad+at+Brooklyns.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082401842419983266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RohTkEc749I/AAAAAAAAAEM/wUwOa005Js4/s1600-h/Mom+at+Brooklyns.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RohTkEc749I/AAAAAAAAAEM/wUwOa005Js4/s200/Mom+at+Brooklyns.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082404058623108050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RohSbUc748I/AAAAAAAAAEE/wM7aS2M19_o/s1600-h/Tracey+at+Brooklyns2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RohSbUc748I/AAAAAAAAAEE/wM7aS2M19_o/s200/Tracey+at+Brooklyns2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082402808787624898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time. We stayed for hours...the only reason we left was because we were about to melt in the rain! Dad didn't mind, but we girls didn't want to ruin our hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tzze3iBle04"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tzze3iBle04" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IgjaNQuzQLI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IgjaNQuzQLI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LltSd5ag2CQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LltSd5ag2CQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-7538025330098485218?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/7538025330098485218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=7538025330098485218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7538025330098485218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7538025330098485218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/06/brooklyns.html' title='Gone to Brooklyn'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RohRjEc746I/AAAAAAAAAD0/fPwhfxZXK5k/s72-c/Dad+at+Brooklyns.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-8770366021333772185</id><published>2007-06-20T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:40:31.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WILL WORK FOR FOOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RnxAfOw0yAI/AAAAAAAAADs/hhoUPLoZCqo/s1600-h/homeless_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RnxAfOw0yAI/AAAAAAAAADs/hhoUPLoZCqo/s200/homeless_sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079005385050081282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just about to put up that sign until.....I GOT A JOB! I sure did. I am now gainfully employed in Cumbaya, Ecuador teaching at Colegio Menor San Fransisco de Quito. I almost jumped out of my seat. Some of you know how overwhelming this process has been. In a good way though. I guess having a few schools want you so bad isn't so bad! I am actually ready to go back to school. Sitting at home watching Backyardigans and Judge Mathis gets pretty old pretty quick. I am going to get a few last minute things out of the way such as packing and last minute financial details (Did I mention that I am accepting monetary donations) SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check out my school's website when you get a chance. If you aren't bilingual, you can go to the English Side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colegiomenor.edu.ec"&gt;www.colegiomenor.edu.ec&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-8770366021333772185?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/8770366021333772185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=8770366021333772185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8770366021333772185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8770366021333772185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/06/will-work-for-food.html' title='WILL WORK FOR FOOD!'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RnxAfOw0yAI/AAAAAAAAADs/hhoUPLoZCqo/s72-c/homeless_sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-5733186487153541254</id><published>2007-06-16T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:17:34.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>E.T. NO PHONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rnw77uw0x8I/AAAAAAAAADM/C6AP_kzjs4A/s1600-h/Cell+Before.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rnw77uw0x8I/AAAAAAAAADM/C6AP_kzjs4A/s200/Cell+Before.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079000377118214082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, friends and family. The worst thing happened: I dropped my phone. Not only did I drop it, but it spit in HALF. I mean the mouth piece was under the sofa and the ear piece was spinning like a merry go round! Well, with that said, I am without phone numbers for all of the important people in my life. Please give me a call before I leave so I can write your number down and keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rnw8Ouw0x9I/AAAAAAAAADU/aL6kDou1zx8/s1600-h/Cell+After.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rnw8Ouw0x9I/AAAAAAAAADU/aL6kDou1zx8/s200/Cell+After.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079000703535728594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note...isn't it amazing how we pick up a cell phone, nothing but metal that connects people worlds apart and use it like it is the most important thing in the world. When we break it or lose it...we lose our minds. I was so lost. I only knew 3-5 numbers from memory. I felt horrible for relying on a piece of metal that is the connection between my friends and family. Please don't be like me. Don't wait until your phone is non-existant before you get a back-up plan. Your only ties to your relationships shouldn't be a cell phone. It was for me, but after that wake-up call, I will not use my cell phone as my only line of communication anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-5733186487153541254?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/5733186487153541254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=5733186487153541254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/5733186487153541254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/5733186487153541254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/06/et-no-phone.html' title='E.T. NO PHONE!'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rnw77uw0x8I/AAAAAAAAADM/C6AP_kzjs4A/s72-c/Cell+Before.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-3086462134996296320</id><published>2007-06-12T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:16:50.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday and A Happy Loss</title><content type='html'>Well, today is my birthday. Yeah Me! We only have 365 days of a certain age after all, I gotta make the most of them! Well, Some great things have happened today. I had an interview that went well for a private school in Ecuador and also was offered a position as a Sciene and Technology teacher at a different school. I want to weigh all options before I accept either position. And guess what...my good looks and charm had NOTHING to do with it. (smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of all days we actually had a playoff game too. Ummm....okay...for you folks who don't know how we made it to the play offs, let me tell you something: We worked hard....really hard....and let me tell you, it isn't easy keeping up with a spotless record like we did. 8 Losses isn't easy, but we did it. Honestly, all we can go from here is up. Plus, we set a record. I think we are probably the only team who lost EVERY SINGLE COTTON PICKING GAME AND ONLY SCORED ABOUT 10 POINTS FOR THE WHOLE SEASON! Do I hear a Guinness Book of World Records entry, huh?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rnw-Guw0x-I/AAAAAAAAADc/eW4DCbmKpDA/s1600-h/softbal1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rnw-Guw0x-I/AAAAAAAAADc/eW4DCbmKpDA/s200/softbal1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079002765120030690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rnw-G-w0x_I/AAAAAAAAADk/3LDINvZaMQU/s1600-h/softbal2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rnw-G-w0x_I/AAAAAAAAADk/3LDINvZaMQU/s200/softbal2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079002769414998002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Thing Dad practiced with me the day before the game. He's great. He didn't realize I had some power in this arm. He has a few moves too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RnHTBew0x4I/AAAAAAAAACs/Y6HlCpdBmok/s1600-h/dadsmoves.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RnHTBew0x4I/AAAAAAAAACs/Y6HlCpdBmok/s400/dadsmoves.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076070277414438786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my shin injury: I invested in some shin guards. Tip: It is okay to run away from the ball (However, I don't think my coach would agree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RnHUBew0x7I/AAAAAAAAADE/znsu8llIV_A/s1600-h/meandtracey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RnHUBew0x7I/AAAAAAAAADE/znsu8llIV_A/s400/meandtracey.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076071376926066610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we lost, Tracey and I still look like winners, right?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-3086462134996296320?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/3086462134996296320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=3086462134996296320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3086462134996296320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3086462134996296320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-and-happy-loss.html' title='Happy Birthday and A Happy Loss'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rnw-Guw0x-I/AAAAAAAAADc/eW4DCbmKpDA/s72-c/softbal1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-4262352570221285522</id><published>2007-06-08T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:09:17.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding the Range</title><content type='html'>One of my hobbies is none other than riding the range. Today, I had the opportunity to bond with Bahama. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RnHEPew0xzI/AAAAAAAAACE/y8dkcrw4Nag/s1600-h/Bahama.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RnHEPew0xzI/AAAAAAAAACE/y8dkcrw4Nag/s400/Bahama.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076054025258190642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love the wind blowing in my face. Although temperatures were well in the high 80's, it was a wonderful breeze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RnHIwuw0x0I/AAAAAAAAACM/iZgV0mmygls/s1600-h/Krystle+riding+Bahama2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RnHIwuw0x0I/AAAAAAAAACM/iZgV0mmygls/s400/Krystle+riding+Bahama2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076058994535352130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem I encountered were the mosquitos! There were so many. Poor Bahama. They were all over her body and face. She just kept going. I had to stop and brush them off of her. Good thing I soaked in OFF Insect Repellent! &lt;br /&gt;I was around all kinds of animals and boy did they STINK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's say  "Boy were they aromally challenged" (I made up the word, don't look it up). I had a chance to hold a little kid: Pirate. Isn't he cute?!?!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RnHKKew0x1I/AAAAAAAAACU/pAqLMsC8Ns0/s1600-h/Krystle+with+Pirate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RnHKKew0x1I/AAAAAAAAACU/pAqLMsC8Ns0/s400/Krystle+with+Pirate.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076060536428611410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go trotting with me within the next few weeks, let me know. I can always use a riding buddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-4262352570221285522?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/4262352570221285522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=4262352570221285522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4262352570221285522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/4262352570221285522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/06/riding-range.html' title='Riding the Range'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RnHEPew0xzI/AAAAAAAAACE/y8dkcrw4Nag/s72-c/Bahama.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-5251214766210128628</id><published>2007-06-04T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:10:31.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Television Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnIV8WfxhWg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mnIV8WfxhWg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you all will agree with me. There aren't any shows now that we can honestly say have good home family values....except one of my favorites- THE BACKYARDIGANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singing and dancing can't be beat. I challenge you all to get cable, turn to either NICK JR. or NOGGIN and watch these little creatures use their imaginations and sing and dance for your entertainment and your children's education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite is Tyrone (He is the coolest Moose I know, though, I don't know any others....I bet if I met more, he would still be my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who love singing and dancing as much as I do and danced those favorite moves from the 80's would enjoy the Backyardigans. Their choreographer sure knows his/her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try it once...I promise after it is over you will walk away and before you know it, you will sing one of their songs like "Riding the Range" and can't stop. You can't help but smile, just ask the folks who I got HOOKED! (Yep, Dad will tell ya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so refreshing to watch a television show where you won't feel embarrassed or have to worry if little ears are listening. It is colorful, fun, and entertaining. Just watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-5251214766210128628?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/5251214766210128628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=5251214766210128628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/5251214766210128628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/5251214766210128628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-favorite-television-show.html' title='My Favorite Television Show'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-3046705033234163627</id><published>2007-06-01T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:08:01.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing Expedition</title><content type='html'>I have found the relaxing hobby of fishing. Wow, what a calm way to spend your day.I was there for six hours. It didn't even seem like a long time. I only wanted to go home to fry those babies! As I sat waiting for a bite, my body was relaxed and my head was clear. How great it feels to look up at the sky, watch birds fly near the water, and gaze at the rippling water in the lake. What a wonderful use of a morning/afternoon/evening (because I was there for all three time periods)&lt;br /&gt;I actually caught 3 fish. A 5 pounder that I named George, he was a big daddy. Then there is Oscar weighing a whopping 2 pounds, and last but not least, Baby Jack, an amazing 1 pound!. I tell you what...they all put up a fight. George gave me a run for my money, so as you see, I had to show him who was boss with my karate moves. By the time Jack came, I lost my prissiness and actually held him. Trust me, I washed my hands 6...yes...6 TIMES. They still don't feel the same. But wow, what an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am welcoming all of the experiences that I can before I leave in a few weeks. Time is winding down and it is nothing like trips like these with friends to get me back in touch with nature. The age old Man vs. Beast...animal...well, Fish (you know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I will keep you all posted....maybe next time, I will go for 5 fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RmDpLrmz4SI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jHZH3kMNiJc/s1600-h/Slippery+Jack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RmDpLrmz4SI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jHZH3kMNiJc/s320/Slippery+Jack.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071309567312519458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RmDo0Lmz4RI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKF8q4nzpUQ/s1600-h/Karate+Katfish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RmDo0Lmz4RI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKF8q4nzpUQ/s320/Karate+Katfish.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071309163585593618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RmDoZbmz4QI/AAAAAAAAABk/jsM_11fUGBk/s1600-h/Fisherchick3000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RmDoZbmz4QI/AAAAAAAAABk/jsM_11fUGBk/s320/Fisherchick3000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071308704024092930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RmDa2rmz4MI/AAAAAAAAABE/yPr3J0t-1kY/s1600-h/5+pound+George.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RmDa2rmz4MI/AAAAAAAAABE/yPr3J0t-1kY/s320/5+pound+George.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071293813372477634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-3046705033234163627?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/3046705033234163627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=3046705033234163627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3046705033234163627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3046705033234163627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/06/fishing-expedition.html' title='Fishing Expedition'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RmDpLrmz4SI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jHZH3kMNiJc/s72-c/Slippery+Jack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-7559655048809971386</id><published>2007-05-31T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:06:46.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Away Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RmDcDLmz4OI/AAAAAAAAABU/eCjq_AnoUMs/s1600-h/Going+Away+Party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RmDcDLmz4OI/AAAAAAAAABU/eCjq_AnoUMs/s320/Going+Away+Party.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071295127632470242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so wonderful having loving and caring friends. I am so blessed to have these beautiful ladies encourage me and support me on my venture. I couldn't ask for more. Thank you friends for your love. The food was great. The gifts were great. But the hugs meant the world to me. I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RmDcZ7mz4PI/AAAAAAAAABc/TNwU_UrJY3E/s1600-h/Gift+from+Going+Away+Party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RmDcZ7mz4PI/AAAAAAAAABc/TNwU_UrJY3E/s320/Gift+from+Going+Away+Party.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071295518474494194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-7559655048809971386?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/7559655048809971386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=7559655048809971386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7559655048809971386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7559655048809971386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/05/going-away-party.html' title='Going Away Party'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RmDcDLmz4OI/AAAAAAAAABU/eCjq_AnoUMs/s72-c/Going+Away+Party.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-7841928659000769662</id><published>2007-05-27T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:58:09.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Trip to Houston</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics I took while on my day trip in Houston....I had such a great time with my friends. So refreshing to relax at the end of a long school year. We all endured tough times, but at the end of the day, we can hang out and relax with friends who make you laugh and can help you enjoy life. We just drove around the city, window shopped (well, since I didn't have any money...I window shopped!) We also went to the beach in the POURING RAIN!!!! We ate seafood buffet style while the rain subsided. After that, we had an interesting night of Karaoke. I could have gone all night long, but you know how time flies and we had to go home. It was after all 2AM when we left. But that's okay, I kept on singing the whole 4 hours back to Dallas! Wow...I haven't traveled much in a while, but this was one of the best trips that I have taken in a long time. Thanks girls for taking me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ro-2YEc74-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/fdShQ1XlxzQ/s1600-h/7-6-2007-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ro-2YEc74-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/fdShQ1XlxzQ/s200/7-6-2007-09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084483028952802274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ro-3a0c75AI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6VIKzWmdI2E/s1600-h/7-6-2007-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ro-3a0c75AI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6VIKzWmdI2E/s200/7-6-2007-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084484175709070338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ro-3w0c75BI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5fny6kZc3Sw/s1600-h/7-6-2007-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ro-3w0c75BI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5fny6kZc3Sw/s200/7-6-2007-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084484553666192402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-7841928659000769662?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/7841928659000769662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=7841928659000769662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7841928659000769662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7841928659000769662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-trip-to-houston.html' title='Day Trip to Houston'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ro-2YEc74-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/fdShQ1XlxzQ/s72-c/7-6-2007-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-3176224264846179745</id><published>2007-05-25T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:00:55.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Closed</title><content type='html'>Like my good friend Stephanie told me today, "It's time to start a new chapter." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time has come to an end teaching at Forest Lane Academy. I am starting a new chapter in this book called Life. We all have one. Some of our books are in the Mystery section, some are still in the Young Adult or Children's section, not yet branching out into maturity. I am excited about my book. The book that has many twists, turns, and topsy-turvies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ro-4mUc75CI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HjCEOMZ4PYA/s1600-h/7-6-2007-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ro-4mUc75CI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HjCEOMZ4PYA/s200/7-6-2007-06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084485472789193762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Forest Lane Academy chapter I have to admit gave me so much. The passion I feel for my position and my experiences here led me to tears. The messy kind. The ones that soft dabs of tissue can't hold back. My face was flushed red and my eyes were as puffy as the good kind of cotton balls that you get from Target. My students understood that my tears were for sadness and joy all wrapped into one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad because I will miss the friendships that I have made over the past few years. I will miss walking into the school and shouting good mornings all around. I will miss my students. I will never forget any of them. I have been in the teaching profession for a while and I can honestly admit, I haven't forgotten a single one. They all hold a special place in my heart. When they surprised me with a book compiled of letters and pictures, I was again reminded of how special these children are. How thoughtful. They thought of things that I had forgotten or said nice things about me that I didn't even think they thought. Some of them wrote words that I didn't even know they knew! It was absolutely amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can have more experiences like I had at Forest Lane. I am looking forward to my move to Ecuador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books are meant to be written and read. No one really wants to read a book with just one chapter. I am excited to start a new chapter and will keep you posted as more is written, so please don't forget to read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-3176224264846179745?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/3176224264846179745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=3176224264846179745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3176224264846179745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/3176224264846179745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-closed.html' title='Chapter Closed'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ro-4mUc75CI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HjCEOMZ4PYA/s72-c/7-6-2007-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-2371888678703912299</id><published>2007-05-13T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T09:07:02.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RkcbfZe99lI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JdwEGo8GaOE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RkcbfZe99lI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JdwEGo8GaOE/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064046532232083026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that I would find a sport that I am actually semi-good at? I have played basketball, soccer, volleyball, and ran track. Needless to say, I found no success at these sports. I tried. Yes, I did. They just didn't work for me. I have improved since I've been playing, and now I am hoping to find another league to latch onto this summer before I leave. The great thing about this is I stayed committed even when the odds were down. I learned about the game and a little bit about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am at the bat, there are some balls that are too high or way too low. To avoid a strike, I don't even swing the bat. Just like in real life, we have different balls flying our way, but some are not meant to be hit. We just have to jump out of the way. It doesn't stop a ball from coming, but that ball wasn't meant for you to hit. Some relationships are pitched, but aren't meant for you to take a swing at. Some places in our world should be avoided. Doesn't stop them from coming or being built, but we have to step to the side to avoid the strike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something beautiful happens. You keep your eye on the ball. You follow it through. When the ball reaches the plate and falls to the right spot......You swing....and POW! You hit the ball and it soars through the air. Unfortunately, you can't look at where the ball goes, because you have to run....run for your life! But That's God. In life, you hit the right ball, you swing on time, and He takes the ball where it needs to go. No need to look at where it goes, God just wants you to go to first base. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful to know that all we have to do is&lt;br /&gt;1)stay away from the high balls, the low balls, the fast pitches, and the slow pitches&lt;br /&gt;2)keep your eye on the ball and swing when you know it's right&lt;br /&gt;3)when you hit it, just run to first base and leave the rest up to God&lt;br /&gt;4)if it doesn't work out the first time, don't worry, learn from your mistake and do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I keep playing, I will continue learning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-2371888678703912299?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/2371888678703912299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=2371888678703912299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/2371888678703912299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/2371888678703912299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/05/softball.html' title='Softball'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/RkcbfZe99lI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JdwEGo8GaOE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-8182238512919319934</id><published>2007-04-28T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:31:31.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Protecting the Little Ones</title><content type='html'>You know the teacher side is coming out of me when I want to share a lesson with you. But honestly, I can't really teach you something from what I learned, I can only share my experience and hope you learn something. So, here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was babysitting as I always do. The two little ones always surprise me. Sometimes they can't get enough of me and other times they just don't want to be with me. (I know it isn't anything against me, but it still hurts sometimes) Today, there was bug in the house. Since they had been outdoors off and on today, a fly managed to get in. I tried my best and exhausted all options to get this bug out. I spent a little too much time though. Normally, it wouldn't bother me, but the tears and the frightned look on the boys' faces made me want to do everything I could to get that bug out. I mean I got shoes and tried to smack him down. I turned off all lights and hoped  he would move from the darkness. Can you believe it, I couldn't even outsmart a fly. We whispered and tip-toed to make the bug think we were gone. (It eventually turned into a game, which made us miss their bedtime by 15 minutes). &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rja0gpe99kI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YA4VkyDl9Gs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rja0gpe99kI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YA4VkyDl9Gs/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059429704381888066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized something about myself, my parents, and about God. When you love someone, You want to protect them. Even something as small as a bug that won't harm  you. I wanted so much to protect them. Two little boys who aren't even my own became my priority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how much my parents must have wanted to protect me. Since I was their own! To think how they love me so much and will do so much more than tackle a bug for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it made me think about God. Oh the trouble we get into. And the things God has to do to protect me and get me out of the webs that I spin. God finds everyway to protect every one of us. We just have to get out of the way, so when He is smashing bugs for us, he can take care of it. He doesn't need us getting in the way or trying to find our own solutions. We have other opportunities to do that. When it's time to protect, let Him do that. Just like my parents want to protect me, and we want to protect our children or children entrusted to us, God wants to protect us. He invests so much in us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That smile on my little friend's face when the bug was "gone", (which by the way, I have no idea where it ended up, because I never "took care of him") made me feel like I did my job. And to him everything was going to be okay. I love when God protects me and then I can smile with a sigh of relief and know that everything will be okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-8182238512919319934?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/8182238512919319934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=8182238512919319934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8182238512919319934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8182238512919319934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/04/protecting-little-ones.html' title='Protecting the Little Ones'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Rja0gpe99kI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YA4VkyDl9Gs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-7138694773723668803</id><published>2007-04-25T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T19:16:30.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ri_r5Je99fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U2lBYIVJ3PM/s1600-h/towe%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ri_r5Je99fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U2lBYIVJ3PM/s320/towe%3B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057520273591236082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading &lt;em&gt;Addicted to God: 50 Days To A More Powerful Relationship With God&lt;/em&gt; by Jim Burns for 20 days now. I must say it is very powerful and enlightening. I wanted to share some of my insight with you. Each week there is a new theme. I have gone through Attitude, Love, and I am in the Week of Celebrating Life. One of the focuses is on how life is too short. Life is too short to worry about small things like whether the towels match in the bathroom. That really hit home for me, since I know sometimes I can take my color-coordinating to a higher level. However, when you think about it...does it really matter. Will a blue towel and yellow towel not serve the same purpose. Is the one that matches the decor going to help you dry off any faster. I don't think so. I know sometimes I can focus on something that isn't all that important in the larger scheme of things. I usually want things to be organized, but I would like make a change and try to not "MAJOR on the MINORS" Life is too short to pass up wonderful moments with Friends and Family. It is too short to worry about what you will eat for dinner on Sunday. Life is too short not to take a nap when you really need one. Life is too short to pass up an opportunity to hug a loved one. Life is too short to work at a job that you hate. Life is too short not to  forgive someone who hurt us. Life is too short to put off improving relationships with people in our lives. Life is too short not to thank God for another day and too short not to pray. Friends, I am writing this to you to tell you that I have been worrying about the wrong things sometimes. But I will live life and celebrate life. I will have fun and make the most of my days. I will spend time with family and friends, I will enjoy the outdoors, I will give more hugs and less frowns, and I will be my best everyday because life is too short not to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-7138694773723668803?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/7138694773723668803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=7138694773723668803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7138694773723668803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/7138694773723668803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/04/celebrating-life.html' title='Celebrating Life'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ri_r5Je99fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U2lBYIVJ3PM/s72-c/towe%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-8858896512820512782</id><published>2007-04-22T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T19:17:22.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relay for Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ri_vj5e99gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Vmf9OYKnZ1Y/s1600-h/RFLBanner_large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ri_vj5e99gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Vmf9OYKnZ1Y/s320/RFLBanner_large.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057524306565527042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I participated in Relay for Life in South Dallas. What a wonderful experience. Although, I have participated before, I forgot how wonderful it feels to do something for others or in the name of someone else. How inspiring it is when lots of people get together for a specific cause. Relay for Life is a 12 hour walk devoted to raising money for cancer research. Many people walk for themselves or for loved ones who either lost their lives to cancer or are survivors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to camp out and this was a perfect opportunity for me to do that. Now I see how uncomfortable it can be sleeping in a tent on rocky and unleveled ground. I took a nap while other people were walking and when I woke up about 5AM and started walking, it seemed as though it had rained all night. It was dew! Sure, I usually wake up at 5AM every day, but not outside at that time. It was a sight to see. I saw the sky transform from dark purple with stars twinkling above to a purplish, then orangy, and bluish sky. It was absolutely beautiful. It was so gradual. That one minute it was dark and the next minute it was daylight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I was truly able to appreciate nature, something I hardly do. I will take time to look at the sky and smell the flowers, but I will forget them soon afterwards. I was so in love with nature this weekend, there is no way that I would do that again. I will appreciate the beauty of God's earth. I will appreiciate the beauty of God's people. I will continue to love and support everyone and share love. What a wondeful experience for me to learn and grow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-8858896512820512782?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/8858896512820512782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=8858896512820512782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8858896512820512782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/8858896512820512782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/04/relay-for-life.html' title='Relay for Life'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ri_vj5e99gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Vmf9OYKnZ1Y/s72-c/RFLBanner_large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476786885992075742.post-5320890025601823835</id><published>2007-04-19T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T19:20:32.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ri_wTJe99iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CgUk-s-8ocQ/s1600-h/ecu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ri_wTJe99iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CgUk-s-8ocQ/s400/ecu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057525118314346018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to start this blog by one of my coworkers. She has a blog and updates it periodically. Instead of emailing everyone who wants to know what's going on with me in Ecuador, I figured the best thing to do is to create my own blog with my own address. How cool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to write often and keep people up to date on how I am doing. As you know I am leaving July 14, the day before Mom's birthday. So, I guess it would be okay to skip out on a gift. (sorry Mom, it was a joke). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am prepared and ready to go. Actually, my program director emailed me today. She wants me to send an updated resume so she can pass it on. That way, maybe I can find a job before I am certified. So once, I get my certification in English as a Foreign Language, I could get a job. I am interested in working with adults mostly, but any experience will be valuable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I will keep you all posted on how I'm doing. I know you will miss me. I will miss ya'll too. But I will be having fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1476786885992075742-5320890025601823835?l=krystlelene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/feeds/5320890025601823835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1476786885992075742&amp;postID=5320890025601823835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/5320890025601823835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1476786885992075742/posts/default/5320890025601823835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystlelene.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-idea.html' title='New Idea'/><author><name>Krystle Lene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13638304348293804095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/SXVZ6_X2ZCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CkHKw19ohfs/S220/Turtle+Krystle.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSBRSi_rw8k/Ri_wTJe99iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CgUk-s-8ocQ/s72-c/ecu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
