When I got the news I was going to live in Quito, I was very scared. My dad, with his crazy excitement, came home from a trip and as soon as he opened the door he said: “We are moving to Ecuador!” I instantly grabbed the phone and went to my room to talk to my best friend. I called her and told her the news and she thought I was joking like I did so many times, except I wasn’t. The transition from Rio to Quito wasn’t hard at all until school started. On the first day, I went to school, I didn’t understand a thing. Spanish was a funny language to me and with English, I was clueless. My brother, who never suffered with our moves, missed his comfort zone.  For one week straight, we came 

home and cried to my parents. They kept telling us: “This is an opportunity you will thank us later for. Take it. The beginning is hard but it will be worth it.” We thought it couldn’t be. How? We suffered so much and went to school not to understand one thing. After three months, we were two different people. I guess learning two new languages at the same time, gave me a different idea of the world. This was all mixed with the drastic culture change from Rio to Ecuador. Today, I see how moving to Quito at that time, was the best time I could have moved there. It gave me so many opportunities I wouldn't have gotten and now I see why my parents told us it would be worth it. Today, I do thank them.