Dia 51 en el Imperio Inca

First of all, I hope you all like the addition of some pictures I´ve taken. They, as well as a lot more, are all on Facebook as well. Second of all, I somehow forgot to mention in my last post that there were earthquakes here last weekend. The first one happened Saturday night when I was sitting at the dinner table with my host dad. I felt the room start to vibrate and looked up and saw the chandelier swaying and my dad said, ¨temblores.¨ I had the urge to move but he just sat there so I did too and then it was over after a few seconds. The second one happened really early the next morning, but I didn´t feel it because I was sleeping. As far as I know they were just aftershocks from a much bigger earthquake that was up in the northern part of the country, but didn´t really cause any damage. So, anyways that was my first experience with seismic activity. Also this week I had my first experience with being sick and going to the hospital. Monday morning I was sick to my stomach so I didn´t really eat much all day, because I was afraid of upsetting it more. Then on Monday night I woke up in the middle of the night and began throwing up. I was still sick on Tuesday morning so I skipped school and pretty much literally slept all day. I thought I was feeling better so I woke up Wednesday and showered to go to school, but then I got sick again. My host mother took me to the doctor down the street and I saw a German doctor who gave me a blood test and determined that I had a strong case of typhoid fever. She wanted me to spend 48 hours hooked up to an iv with antibiotics at their sister clinic so that´s what I did. I got to ride in an ambulance with the owner of the clinic, my doctor, my host mom...and a nun. And I wasn´t sitting on the gurney. The nun was. Anyways, the clinic was nice and new and I had a big, private room. I slept most of Wednesday and watched far too much tv Thursday. The view from my room was great and the weather was perfect so I really wanted to be outside. A few friends visited me, which was really nice and my host mother stayed with me a lot. She even fed me soup once when my left arm couldn´t move because my nurse forgot that she´d put a thermometer under it and my right hand had the iv in it. Actually, the whole time I was there I felt fine. The only painful thing was everytime the meds went through the tubes into my hand. It stung pretty badly. It was also really irritating having to drag the iv when I had to use the bathroom. And I had to use the bathroom a lot considering they were pumping 3 liters of fluid into me over the course of two days. But I suppose that is all. Hopefully I won´t contract anymore strange illnesses while am here, but I can´t make any promises.
Ciao,
Ashley