- The bathroom in our house was made for elves. When I am using the sink, I knock the lightbulb out of it’s socket with my head. When I am showering, I look like Will Ferrell in Elf.
(Here’s an bird’s eye view of the door to our bathroom. I am taking the picture from our room. Oh and please note the turd resting nearby… Gotta watch out for those. )
- Our host family has a daughter who is the bride of Chuckie… She is 5, likes to hum creepy tunes at the top of the stairs while stroking her kitty, and gives an evil laugh anytime we mess something up.
(This is Miranda. AKA- the Bride of Chuckie. Don’t trust her beauty.)
- There is a small farm on top of our roof, complete with chickens, roosters, a dog, and guinea pigs… All of which they eat.
- Peruvians like this drink that makes me want to throw up. It is yellow, gelly, and has dark pieces of dried fruit, leaves, and I think wood… Couldn’t place my finger on that last ingredient.
- Peruvians eat A LOT of food. I had 4 complete meals in one day:
- Breakfast- bread, yogurt, coffee, fruit, and jelly.
- Lunch- some form of spaghetti, raw fish, a piece of pork (impossible to eat), and potatoes.
- Another lunch- cheesy mashed potatoes, 2 hamburgers, and rice.
- Dinner- chicken, salad, and french fries.
It is impossible to go hungry here…
(This is a small breakfast)
- I had a great haircut… With a pocket knife. Yes, there is a girl on my squad who is a hairdresser, but we were fresh our of haircutting scissors. There’s a first time for everything.
- I have learned that not all clothes have to be washed in water to be considered “clean”. Licking my finger and wiping off a place on my jacket is practically the dry cleaners here.
(Meet my brother Kevin. He is great at washing my clothes as well.)
- There is one guy in the whole church who owns a car. He is our personal taxi driver. 8 people fit nicely in his 5 person car, which could explain why we bottom out at every speed bump.
(Kim and I are in the front and there are also two others in the trunk.
We know how to pack ’em in!)
- “Vamos orar?” is the most common phrase here in Peru. It is used before and after every sentence. The phrase means “let’s go to prayer”, which they do at least 10 times at every gathering.
- One day, I played soccer for a total of 5 hours… At least. I was eventually included in the game, but only after I head butted the ball. Yeah… They were impressed. Oh and I scored in the gringos verses Peruvians girls game. They have requested a rematch.
- There is a social norm of which I am not yet accustomed to: Women are free to breastfeed anywhere they please. Examples: Buses, side of the road, grocery stores, and church. This may not seem like a big deal, but nothing is done to conceal the bare breast. It’s just awkward.
Random is the norm for Peru. Love ya’ll. Miss ya.
Catalina
