How sleep ruins perfectly good plans...

So, after leaving Maria Rosa's, I walked around much of Quito looking for better dancing shoes (why, oh why, did I leave those amazing target ones at home?!). See, I failed to mention that Xavier had invited me to the best salsa place in town Saturday night. I told him maybe, because I would have to rent a hotel (or pay taxi fare that is 2-3 times more), but I thought that maybe Sofy would want to come with me. So I finally found shoes (Pema--that's right, a chinese store's knockoff brand) and made it home to shower, eat, and tidy up my stuff. Sofy said she would like to go out, and I said I was going to take a nap. This was 5 p.m. folks. And I didn't hear a thing until 4 a.m. That's right--Sofy may have come in, Xavier may have called, it may have downpoured, but I am not to know these details because I was bien dormida. I was also muy confundida when I awoke in darkness and not wearing my pajamas (that's right--a different pair of sweatpants). So I went to the bathroom and went back to bed for another 4 hours! And after15 hours of sleep, I felt pretty good! I haven't been able to sleep that much since post-Winter Blast days in middle school! And now I have to wait at least a week to even think about dancing again. Chuta!