A couple of nights ago I went with two women whom I am staying with, Cecilia and Rosita, to a presentation of Peruvian dances of kids at a local school. Here are some pictures, I think you will enjoy:
Guadalupe has grown on me quickly. She has cupped my face in her desert palms and quietly relieved me of so much of the stress of living in the United States.
It so hard to describe life here, it feels perfectly normal and comfortable yet everything is different and I don´t speak the language (well). I live near the center of town, near the Plaza, in a two story house with Juana, Kevin, Chris, Rosita, Cecelia, Manolo. They are wonderful - hilarious, kind, and very helpful. Outside my door is a street market, baskets overflowing with fruits, grains, vegetables, coolers of delicious frozen homemade treats, men and women squeezing fresh orange juice on the streets. The city is abuzz with motorcycle taxi´s, many with pictures of che imblazoned on the side and loudly playing Bob Marley, Cumbia music, or other kinds lively music. Dogs wander the streets everywhere, apparently well accostumed to each other because I have yet to see a fight. The buildings are squeezed together, and all the blocks are a mixtures of small businesses and homes. On my roof lives a turkey that wakes me up everymorning with its gobbling laughter. I am being fattened up by the biggest plates of food I´ve come across yet - the food is delicious and whole, colorful. I´ve eaten more meat in the past week and half than I had in the past 2 months. Poor delicious animals!
I´ve started to volunteer slash observe in a couple of schools here. And I gave my first couple of English classes to adorable adorable 7, 8, 9 and 10 year old Peruana catholic school girls. And now I don´t want to leave. But Saturday I am off to Chachapoyas (the date keeps moving back), into the mountains, into the cloud forest, into a more serious volunteer position with an English language school.
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