17 days.

We only have seventeen days left in this country. We'll be spending six of those days in the jungle. I'm really excited to go there - we have a lot of really cool things planned: we're mountain biking, canoing, white water rafting, touring the Amazon in airplane, and visiting the Shwar tribe. It very well might be the best trip of the semester, but when we get back, we only have two days before we leave this beautiful country.

I'm ready to come home and return to my life. I'm not homesick at all, but I'm ready to see my friends and family. I'm ready for my last summer before I graduate. I'm ready to stop eating rice for every meal. Though I'm ready to go, I'm completely unprepared to part from this place. I've fallen in love with Ecuador. I've made such good friends, and I can hardly bear the thought of leaving them behind. Why does parting have to be a part of this process?

I want to cry. We're leaving Ecuador way too soon.