I am finally posting an entry, and probably would not be doing it if it weren't for numerous people getting on my case about not updating. I am sorry everyone, but finally here it is!
I am currently in Lima on official business with PC. That sounds cool, right? I was given the option of staying with a host family (American) or staying in a hostel while I was here and choose the host family. Goodness its so nice! I feel very comfortable with this family, its like they are my real family! I guess thats the way it goes when you are in a foriegn country, when you are with your own kind theres that automatic bond. Its so crazy though, they have capt'n crunch in their pantry, raisan bran, hunts ketchup...all these things that I haven't seen in someone's house since I have arrived in Peru! But I am so Peruvian now, I totally perfer a Pervian meal over an American, packaged and processed meal. It just taste so much better. I returned from the states a good two weeks ago and brought back a can of Ravioli. I opened it up and cooked it on the stove, all excited that it was going to be amazing. Yet it was so bland, and I hate to say it, but gross! It was tasteless. But thats a good thing though, learning to like natural and un processed foods.
I have a horror story that didnt happen to me, but to my friend Karrie. I am sure a bunch of PCV's have similar ones. But Karrie called me one day and was freaking out about this tarantula that was just creeping outside her bathroom one day that was the size of her hand! Now, Karrie lives about 30 minutes away from me, so I am thinking if there are trantulas in her neck of the woods, there can very well be tarantulas in my neck of the woods. So the next 3 nights, I was SO paranoid about trantulas being in my room. I had to sleep with the lights on, make sure my mosquito net was tucked into every crack and crevice in my bed, and was completely on edge and jumpy for the entire night. I am still scared I am going to wake up to a huge tarantula just sitting on my chest, staring me down. I think I would probably scream really loud, freak out, and in the process make the tarantula freak out and it would then jump on my face and sink its juicy, poisen filled fangs into my face, leaving me scarred for the rest of my life. Yes, that is my biggest nightmare.
Alright, now that I have scared myself to almost tears, I am going to bed. I will wake up tomorrow to some real, fresh brewed coffee, make small talk in ENGLISH with my temp host family,will take a run in civilization, hop in a real shower with hot water, and head on my way to a starbucks that overlooks the ocean in Mira Flores. Anyone jealous??
Chao y'all!
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