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Wednesday, August 6, 2008
El Pollo Loco!
Tonight Mom offered to buy us Pollo a la Brasa (rotisserie chicken) for dinner. Being one of my favorite foods in Peru, I didn´t refuse and Pedro called the nearest restaurant for delivery.
Not 2 minutes later, the doorbell buzzed! It was the restaurant--just like on TV where they hang up the phone and they´re ringing the bell! It seemed to be our order, except they had brought us the wrong soda, but the guy said he´d go back and get the right kind as the restaurant is just 4 blocks away. We dished out the food and started eating. Some minutes later, the buzzer sounded again and Pedro brought up the Sprite.
We were all enjoying dinner when the buzzer sounded a third time. Pedro looked out the window and it was the chicken guy again! He opened the door and the guy told him that he had brought us the wrong order with an extra 1/4 chicken. Now, if something like this happened in the US, it would be the restuarant´s fault and you would think, so what does the guy want, but we´re still in Peru and he wanted the 1/4 piece back! Pedro didn´t care about losing 1/4 of his dinner as there were other pieces left, but what on earth were they going to do with this piece? I made Pedro go ask the guy. Were they going to resell it? I certainly hope not--Pedro had already eaten part of it--but in Peru, you never know what will happen! He just wouldn´t stop saying that he had to take back the extra piece. We finally just paid the guy (S./6.00) for the extra piece and he finally left.
Here´s the famous piece of chicken...
Not 2 minutes later, the doorbell buzzed! It was the restaurant--just like on TV where they hang up the phone and they´re ringing the bell! It seemed to be our order, except they had brought us the wrong soda, but the guy said he´d go back and get the right kind as the restaurant is just 4 blocks away. We dished out the food and started eating. Some minutes later, the buzzer sounded again and Pedro brought up the Sprite.
We were all enjoying dinner when the buzzer sounded a third time. Pedro looked out the window and it was the chicken guy again! He opened the door and the guy told him that he had brought us the wrong order with an extra 1/4 chicken. Now, if something like this happened in the US, it would be the restuarant´s fault and you would think, so what does the guy want, but we´re still in Peru and he wanted the 1/4 piece back! Pedro didn´t care about losing 1/4 of his dinner as there were other pieces left, but what on earth were they going to do with this piece? I made Pedro go ask the guy. Were they going to resell it? I certainly hope not--Pedro had already eaten part of it--but in Peru, you never know what will happen! He just wouldn´t stop saying that he had to take back the extra piece. We finally just paid the guy (S./6.00) for the extra piece and he finally left.
Here´s the famous piece of chicken...
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Falta Menos Que Un Mes...
I cannot believe that we will be home in less than a month! Things are pretty quiet around here these days. My brother, Kevin, stayed for a couple weeks and we were busy sightseeing, but now that he´s left, we´re just sitting here, twiddling our thumbs, waiting for August 20th to arrive.
Peruvian Independence Day was July 28th, but they celebrate for two days. On Monday, the park in front of our house had a ceremony for the neighborhood while the Peruvian president attended a televised Catholic mass and then gave an hour-and-a-half-long speech (think State of the Union Address). The next day there was a televised parade. This was not a typical parade--no floats, no balloons, no clowns, just hundreds of military men and women marching with very large guns. I really miss the Macy´s Thanksgiving Day parade!
I learned that for Independence Day in Peru, every building is required to have a Peruvian flag, and if they don´t, the police can give out a fine. In Peru, you commonly see two forms of the flag--one with the crest and one without. I guess only institutions and government buildings are supposed to fly the flag with the crest, but a few of our neighbors have one atop their houses, so they must think they´re pretty important people.
The last difference between Independence Day here and at home was the lack of fireworks. I think we heard a total of 5 distant "pops" and that was it! For a city that is notoriously loud, I was surprised that it was so quiet. Back home, we have fireworks going off days before and days after the 4th!
Pedro will have so many new experiences, both for holidays and regular days, in the U.S. Now that August is arriving, he´s getting so nervous, and I´m getting so excited.
Peruvian Independence Day was July 28th, but they celebrate for two days. On Monday, the park in front of our house had a ceremony for the neighborhood while the Peruvian president attended a televised Catholic mass and then gave an hour-and-a-half-long speech (think State of the Union Address). The next day there was a televised parade. This was not a typical parade--no floats, no balloons, no clowns, just hundreds of military men and women marching with very large guns. I really miss the Macy´s Thanksgiving Day parade!
I learned that for Independence Day in Peru, every building is required to have a Peruvian flag, and if they don´t, the police can give out a fine. In Peru, you commonly see two forms of the flag--one with the crest and one without. I guess only institutions and government buildings are supposed to fly the flag with the crest, but a few of our neighbors have one atop their houses, so they must think they´re pretty important people.
The last difference between Independence Day here and at home was the lack of fireworks. I think we heard a total of 5 distant "pops" and that was it! For a city that is notoriously loud, I was surprised that it was so quiet. Back home, we have fireworks going off days before and days after the 4th!
Pedro will have so many new experiences, both for holidays and regular days, in the U.S. Now that August is arriving, he´s getting so nervous, and I´m getting so excited.
Friday, July 11, 2008
VISA APPROVED!!!
Wow--I can´t believe how smoothly and quickly our interview experience passed by! Here´s what happened this morning in Lima...
Our interview was scheduled for 9:30 am. We arrived at the embassy around 8:30 am and were directed to the long line of people waiting. A man was going down the line looking at people´s papers and passports. After maybe 5 minutes in line, we were at the front. The man took our interview letter, circled the date and wrote "29" at the top. My mom came with us, but they said only one other person could go inside, so she had to wait outside the embassy. We entered the small security vestibule and then continued to another line outside the side door of the embassy. Some people were being directed to an outside tented area (tourist visa hopefuls) and others, like us, were let inside to the waiting room.
Inside, there were many windows and 2 doors. We sat down and about 5 minutes later, my husband was called to window 14 (I went with him) to give his passport and 2 passport pictures to the woman there. Then we sat down again. After close to an hour, we were called to window 13 (I went with him again) and another woman asked for his medical envelope (which she opened and then returned to us, contents and all!) and then started going through our file. She pulled some papers out and gave them back to us (photocopies, some passport pictures, and cover letters from our AOS and DS-230). She only spoke in Spanish. She asked me if I spoke Spanish--I said just a little. She asked my husband how he wanted the interview conducted--he said in Spanish. She asked him how we communicate--we said in English. She asked him how we met. When we told her by internet, her eyebrows went up and she asked which page, what it was called. She asked him when I came to Peru the last time--he said I moved to Peru this past July. She asked him if I was living here, why did we want to go to the US--he explained that I only took a LOA from my work and have to return in August. She asked him when I came to visit the first time--he said December 2006--she said, and then she came back in July--he said no, she also came to Peru in April and then moved here in July (he´s convinced that was meant to be a trick question). She asked him where he worked--he said he was working as a periodista until the end of May. She asked if he had traveled to the US before--no. She asked if we had been married before--no--or had an kids--no. Then she explained that we had two visas pending, the 130 and the 129f, but she would remove the 129f. She asked us to sit down and said the CO would call us soon.
After 15 minutes, they called us to door 15. Inside was a very small vestibule with another window--I wasn´t expecting that. I was expecting a person at a desk, no glass, more informal, but no. Our CO was a woman, blonde hair in her early 40s perhaps. She was very serious. We said hello, sat down and waited in silence. My heart was pounding in my chest at this point. We had watched 4 other couples come out of the room, smiling, kissing, and happy but still I was very nervous. She had him put his fingers and thumbs on the fingerprint scanner, then she held up a stack of papers with the DS-230 on top and asked him if everything was the truth--he said yes--and then passed it to him to sign. Then she asked me, in English, "How did you meet?"--when I said on the internet she said "Why are you looking for boyfriends on the internet?" I said that it wasn´t just for that, but for meeting people and that I had had my profile on there for almost 2 years before we met and starting e-mailing each other. She said, "You are living here? Why?" and I explained that I took a LOA from my work to come here, get married, get to know his family and Peru, and to be with him throughout this process. She then looked at my papers and said, "Did you file these in the US?" I was a little confused at this question so I said, "I don´t understand" and she said that the receiving stamp on the top of the papers has a different signature, not her boss´s. I said I was living in Peru, but I explained that in the beginning we used a service in the US to help us file the first papers (the 130 and 129f). She said, "You didn´t have to do that." She asked me if I had been working here--I explained that I have been tutoring some families and that I was hired as a long-term sub at Roosevelt. She said, "You´re a teacher?"--I said yes. She asked what kind of teaching and I said 3rd graders. She laughed and said, "Wow, you´re brave!" I said, "Well, I taught 6th graders for many years so this was nothing." Then she asked me if we had any children--I said no--and then she asked my husband the same question in Spanish--he said no. She began looking through more of our papers, then at the computer, back and forth, until finally she said in Spanish to my husband that his visa was approved! We both breathed a sigh of relief! She said "Congratulations" in English and my husband and I smiled, kissed and said thank you to the woman. She explained that we would go to the DHL kiosk to pay for delivery (although we have to pick it up, so I guess we´re paying for the visa to be delivered to DHL). We waited about 30 minutes to pay at DHL and then we were done. 3 hours in all. We get to pick up the visa on Tuesday.
**Although we are so happy that it is over and everything went smoothly, we were disappointed that they didn´t look at our pictures! We spent 2 days printing out 100´s of pictures of our wedding, visits from my family, his family, and we even took pictures yesterday when my mom and brother landed in Peru and printed them out quickly to fit them in, but they didn´t even ask for them--no supporting documentation at all.
***Another interesting note--it was a busy day at the embassy and that included a few celebrities: we first saw Laura Huarcayo (the conductora for Lima Limón on Ch. 4) and then a few minutes later Tongo (a singer who claims he can sing in English--but he can´t!--and if getting paid a lot of money for endorsing a telephone company here in Peru) walked up to a group of girls who were turned away at the door. My husband thinks they might be a singing group. When we left the embassy, 3 hours later, Tongo was in the security vestibule.
Our interview was scheduled for 9:30 am. We arrived at the embassy around 8:30 am and were directed to the long line of people waiting. A man was going down the line looking at people´s papers and passports. After maybe 5 minutes in line, we were at the front. The man took our interview letter, circled the date and wrote "29" at the top. My mom came with us, but they said only one other person could go inside, so she had to wait outside the embassy. We entered the small security vestibule and then continued to another line outside the side door of the embassy. Some people were being directed to an outside tented area (tourist visa hopefuls) and others, like us, were let inside to the waiting room.
Inside, there were many windows and 2 doors. We sat down and about 5 minutes later, my husband was called to window 14 (I went with him) to give his passport and 2 passport pictures to the woman there. Then we sat down again. After close to an hour, we were called to window 13 (I went with him again) and another woman asked for his medical envelope (which she opened and then returned to us, contents and all!) and then started going through our file. She pulled some papers out and gave them back to us (photocopies, some passport pictures, and cover letters from our AOS and DS-230). She only spoke in Spanish. She asked me if I spoke Spanish--I said just a little. She asked my husband how he wanted the interview conducted--he said in Spanish. She asked him how we communicate--we said in English. She asked him how we met. When we told her by internet, her eyebrows went up and she asked which page, what it was called. She asked him when I came to Peru the last time--he said I moved to Peru this past July. She asked him if I was living here, why did we want to go to the US--he explained that I only took a LOA from my work and have to return in August. She asked him when I came to visit the first time--he said December 2006--she said, and then she came back in July--he said no, she also came to Peru in April and then moved here in July (he´s convinced that was meant to be a trick question). She asked him where he worked--he said he was working as a periodista until the end of May. She asked if he had traveled to the US before--no. She asked if we had been married before--no--or had an kids--no. Then she explained that we had two visas pending, the 130 and the 129f, but she would remove the 129f. She asked us to sit down and said the CO would call us soon.
After 15 minutes, they called us to door 15. Inside was a very small vestibule with another window--I wasn´t expecting that. I was expecting a person at a desk, no glass, more informal, but no. Our CO was a woman, blonde hair in her early 40s perhaps. She was very serious. We said hello, sat down and waited in silence. My heart was pounding in my chest at this point. We had watched 4 other couples come out of the room, smiling, kissing, and happy but still I was very nervous. She had him put his fingers and thumbs on the fingerprint scanner, then she held up a stack of papers with the DS-230 on top and asked him if everything was the truth--he said yes--and then passed it to him to sign. Then she asked me, in English, "How did you meet?"--when I said on the internet she said "Why are you looking for boyfriends on the internet?" I said that it wasn´t just for that, but for meeting people and that I had had my profile on there for almost 2 years before we met and starting e-mailing each other. She said, "You are living here? Why?" and I explained that I took a LOA from my work to come here, get married, get to know his family and Peru, and to be with him throughout this process. She then looked at my papers and said, "Did you file these in the US?" I was a little confused at this question so I said, "I don´t understand" and she said that the receiving stamp on the top of the papers has a different signature, not her boss´s. I said I was living in Peru, but I explained that in the beginning we used a service in the US to help us file the first papers (the 130 and 129f). She said, "You didn´t have to do that." She asked me if I had been working here--I explained that I have been tutoring some families and that I was hired as a long-term sub at Roosevelt. She said, "You´re a teacher?"--I said yes. She asked what kind of teaching and I said 3rd graders. She laughed and said, "Wow, you´re brave!" I said, "Well, I taught 6th graders for many years so this was nothing." Then she asked me if we had any children--I said no--and then she asked my husband the same question in Spanish--he said no. She began looking through more of our papers, then at the computer, back and forth, until finally she said in Spanish to my husband that his visa was approved! We both breathed a sigh of relief! She said "Congratulations" in English and my husband and I smiled, kissed and said thank you to the woman. She explained that we would go to the DHL kiosk to pay for delivery (although we have to pick it up, so I guess we´re paying for the visa to be delivered to DHL). We waited about 30 minutes to pay at DHL and then we were done. 3 hours in all. We get to pick up the visa on Tuesday.
**Although we are so happy that it is over and everything went smoothly, we were disappointed that they didn´t look at our pictures! We spent 2 days printing out 100´s of pictures of our wedding, visits from my family, his family, and we even took pictures yesterday when my mom and brother landed in Peru and printed them out quickly to fit them in, but they didn´t even ask for them--no supporting documentation at all.
***Another interesting note--it was a busy day at the embassy and that included a few celebrities: we first saw Laura Huarcayo (the conductora for Lima Limón on Ch. 4) and then a few minutes later Tongo (a singer who claims he can sing in English--but he can´t!--and if getting paid a lot of money for endorsing a telephone company here in Peru) walked up to a group of girls who were turned away at the door. My husband thinks they might be a singing group. When we left the embassy, 3 hours later, Tongo was in the security vestibule.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Mi Pobrecito!
A month ago, Pedro pulled his hamstring playing soccer. He was in a lot of pain and some lovely purple bruises developed over the following days.
(1st injury)
He took some pills for the pain, I gave him some therapeutic massages and after a month he was convinced that he could go back to playing soccer. I warned him that he needed to take it easy--I was thinking maybe half a game and he was thinking the usual 2-3 games.
So today he went off to play soccer and a few hours later I received a call from him. When he said hi, I knew something was wrong. He said his leg felt good for the first game, but during the second game he felt the pain again! He should have listened to me! So after he arrived home we went to the nearest clinica.
(2nd injury)
Medical care in Peru is another phenomenon I will never understand. First of all, in the US, you would never go to the emergency room for a pulled muscle. You´d be at the end of the triage line and have to wait for hours. We walked into the emergency entrance (but it felt like we were walking into the morgue--there wasn´t a soul there!). We talked to the receptionist, paid the fee for seeing a doctor (75 soles=$25), and waited in a curtained room. The nurse came in, did the usual blood pressure and pulse taking, and said a specialist would be right in. Maybe 20 minutes later, the doctor came in, examined Pedro, then left. The nurse returned and immediately started talking to me, in Spanish of course. I had to take a paper to the pharmacy to get some things that Pedro would need--some ace bandages, a shot (including the syringe) and some pain pills.
I took the order to the pharmacy, which was at the end of a LONG hallway. Of course, you have to pay for the items at the cashier, not at the pharmacy. I swear, they take pleasure in making people stand in lines in Peru! Anyway, the nearest caja (cashier) wasn´t open, as I mentioned the place was like a morgue. I had to walk back down the long hallway to the receptionist who was evidentally the cashier at this hour. After paying (90 soles=$30), it was back down the hall to the pharmacy to pick up the items, and then a fourth pass back to the room where Pedro was waiting.
When I returned to the curtain, Pedro´s leg was already bandaged and he had already been given the shot! Why had I just gone up and down the hallway to get all of those same things? To REPLACE the ones the doctor had used!
While I can´t complain about the price of a trip to the emergency room, I still can´t wait to be back home! Here´s some pics of the patient. Mi pobrecito!
(1st injury)He took some pills for the pain, I gave him some therapeutic massages and after a month he was convinced that he could go back to playing soccer. I warned him that he needed to take it easy--I was thinking maybe half a game and he was thinking the usual 2-3 games.
So today he went off to play soccer and a few hours later I received a call from him. When he said hi, I knew something was wrong. He said his leg felt good for the first game, but during the second game he felt the pain again! He should have listened to me! So after he arrived home we went to the nearest clinica.
(2nd injury)Medical care in Peru is another phenomenon I will never understand. First of all, in the US, you would never go to the emergency room for a pulled muscle. You´d be at the end of the triage line and have to wait for hours. We walked into the emergency entrance (but it felt like we were walking into the morgue--there wasn´t a soul there!). We talked to the receptionist, paid the fee for seeing a doctor (75 soles=$25), and waited in a curtained room. The nurse came in, did the usual blood pressure and pulse taking, and said a specialist would be right in. Maybe 20 minutes later, the doctor came in, examined Pedro, then left. The nurse returned and immediately started talking to me, in Spanish of course. I had to take a paper to the pharmacy to get some things that Pedro would need--some ace bandages, a shot (including the syringe) and some pain pills.
I took the order to the pharmacy, which was at the end of a LONG hallway. Of course, you have to pay for the items at the cashier, not at the pharmacy. I swear, they take pleasure in making people stand in lines in Peru! Anyway, the nearest caja (cashier) wasn´t open, as I mentioned the place was like a morgue. I had to walk back down the long hallway to the receptionist who was evidentally the cashier at this hour. After paying (90 soles=$30), it was back down the hall to the pharmacy to pick up the items, and then a fourth pass back to the room where Pedro was waiting.
When I returned to the curtain, Pedro´s leg was already bandaged and he had already been given the shot! Why had I just gone up and down the hallway to get all of those same things? To REPLACE the ones the doctor had used!
While I can´t complain about the price of a trip to the emergency room, I still can´t wait to be back home! Here´s some pics of the patient. Mi pobrecito!
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Now I´ve Almost Seen Everything!
Tonight we went to meet another couple who had their visa interview earlier this week. We went out to dinner to hear about their experience (He´s 26 and she´s 51 so they didn´t have an easy time). On the way there, we had a very agressive taxi driver. I actually had to close my eyes--I haven´t had to do that in quite a while.
After we picked the couple up at their hotel (he´s from Iquitos, in the jungle), we walked to the street to get in another taxi to go to a more popular spot with a variety of restaurants. We had to take the highway because our destination was a ways away and it was rush hour.
Our taxi was in the far left lane and we were stopped. Our taxi driver had his window down (they all do, all year long) and he kept looking out the window, back behind him and down toward the road. I thought he might be looking at his back tire. He looked and looked and when the cars started to move up, he started inching more to the left. I realized what he was going to do--he was going to drive in the newly-constructed buses-only lane in the middle of the highway, the one that isn´t complete or open yet! He drove over the 5 inch "curb" and took off down the open lane. Cars were furiously honking at him. I told the woman sitting next to me that I had seen almost every driving violation in Peru, but I had never seen anyone do this before! Pedro asked him what he was doing and how he was going to get back over to the highway. The driver said that there was too much traffic and he knew a way. I was a little worried because as we drove further, the edge of the lane became higher and higher! Finally, he came to a place where it looked like many others had driven through the dirt back to the main road, although I assume they were from work trucks, but in Peru, who really knows. I guess I´d be naive to think he was the first one to do this. Anyway, we slowly edged back onto the main road (there was no traffic at this point, so cars were flying by!) and took the next exit to our destination. It was quite an interesting night!
After we picked the couple up at their hotel (he´s from Iquitos, in the jungle), we walked to the street to get in another taxi to go to a more popular spot with a variety of restaurants. We had to take the highway because our destination was a ways away and it was rush hour.
Our taxi was in the far left lane and we were stopped. Our taxi driver had his window down (they all do, all year long) and he kept looking out the window, back behind him and down toward the road. I thought he might be looking at his back tire. He looked and looked and when the cars started to move up, he started inching more to the left. I realized what he was going to do--he was going to drive in the newly-constructed buses-only lane in the middle of the highway, the one that isn´t complete or open yet! He drove over the 5 inch "curb" and took off down the open lane. Cars were furiously honking at him. I told the woman sitting next to me that I had seen almost every driving violation in Peru, but I had never seen anyone do this before! Pedro asked him what he was doing and how he was going to get back over to the highway. The driver said that there was too much traffic and he knew a way. I was a little worried because as we drove further, the edge of the lane became higher and higher! Finally, he came to a place where it looked like many others had driven through the dirt back to the main road, although I assume they were from work trucks, but in Peru, who really knows. I guess I´d be naive to think he was the first one to do this. Anyway, we slowly edged back onto the main road (there was no traffic at this point, so cars were flying by!) and took the next exit to our destination. It was quite an interesting night!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
School Supplies
Today at school, I was helping another teacher order supplies for next year. I had to input item numbers into an Excel order form and then the item description and other information would automatically appear, except for the quantity. To get the item numbers, I had to look on another document that was all in Spanish! I know many Spanish words having to do with school supplies, but not everything--however, I thought I could figure most of it out. Plus, when I entered the item numbers into the Excel doc, the descriptions appeared in English.
I started with the easy things: papel, lapices, plumones, borradores, cuadernos, goma, cinta, etc. and when I had just a few items left, I decided to read through the entire list and guess what they could be and then enter the item number into the Excel doc to see what it really was. Of course there were all the usual school supplies, but then I started to see some interesting items: harina (flour--do they use it for something other than cooking?), comida de peces (fish food--I haven´t seen a fish in the school!), and tampons! I thought, "Wow--they buy tampons for their teachers?!?!" Then I typed in the code to the Excel doc and found out that "tampon" is Spanish for ink pad!
I started with the easy things: papel, lapices, plumones, borradores, cuadernos, goma, cinta, etc. and when I had just a few items left, I decided to read through the entire list and guess what they could be and then enter the item number into the Excel doc to see what it really was. Of course there were all the usual school supplies, but then I started to see some interesting items: harina (flour--do they use it for something other than cooking?), comida de peces (fish food--I haven´t seen a fish in the school!), and tampons! I thought, "Wow--they buy tampons for their teachers?!?!" Then I typed in the code to the Excel doc and found out that "tampon" is Spanish for ink pad!
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Leaping Lizards!
We have flower boxes and potted plants outside our apartment and after months of not watering them and the hot sun beating down on them, they were fried to a crisp. Since we are leaving soon, Pedro thought we should replace them.
There´s a vivero (plant shop) a couple blocks from our apartment, so last week Pedro went and bought two potted plants and asked the man to come to our place on Saturday to replant the boxes. While he was planting, we went to the store. When we came back, he had finished and left, but he left a mess so Pedro was sweeping up the dirt and dust when he spotted something moving. It was a lizard! A tiny lizard. We took some pictures, then went inside to make breakfast.
After ten minutes or so I suddenly saw something move out of the corner of my eye. It was another lizard--this one only had 3 legs! It scared me so much. By replanting the boxes, the man must have disturbed an entire lizard colony! I returned both to the flower box using a plastic cup. We tried picking them up, but one just broke off part of his tail and ran away! I hope they are happy again.
There´s a vivero (plant shop) a couple blocks from our apartment, so last week Pedro went and bought two potted plants and asked the man to come to our place on Saturday to replant the boxes. While he was planting, we went to the store. When we came back, he had finished and left, but he left a mess so Pedro was sweeping up the dirt and dust when he spotted something moving. It was a lizard! A tiny lizard. We took some pictures, then went inside to make breakfast.
After ten minutes or so I suddenly saw something move out of the corner of my eye. It was another lizard--this one only had 3 legs! It scared me so much. By replanting the boxes, the man must have disturbed an entire lizard colony! I returned both to the flower box using a plastic cup. We tried picking them up, but one just broke off part of his tail and ran away! I hope they are happy again.
Friday, June 20, 2008
It´s a Boy!
No, not me! Today for school we went on a field trip to a farm called La Querencia. It is located about 30 minutes outside of Lima, in a place called Lurin. They had guides that took the kids around to different parts of the farm and played games, showed them how to make butter, milk cows, etc. while the teachers sat at a picnic table, snacking and gossiping all day. They also had other animals like vicuñas, goats, sheep, horses, pigs, chickens, turkeys, geese, guinea pigs (the poor guinea pigs were squealing and their sad eyes looked at me as if to say, "Please, don´t eat me!"), rabbits, and these very strange quail-like birds that Pedro says are called gallinetas.
After an hour or so, one of the guides came over and said, "Do you want to take pictures of the calf being born?" We ran over just in time to witness the whole thing! It was absolutely disgusting, but exciting at the same time. After it was over, one of the teachers told the kids to go home and thank their mother! LOL Anyway, here are some pictures of La Querencia...don´t look at the bottom if you don´t want to see a calf being born.
After an hour or so, one of the guides came over and said, "Do you want to take pictures of the calf being born?" We ran over just in time to witness the whole thing! It was absolutely disgusting, but exciting at the same time. After it was over, one of the teachers told the kids to go home and thank their mother! LOL Anyway, here are some pictures of La Querencia...don´t look at the bottom if you don´t want to see a calf being born.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
JULY 11th!!!
This morning we found out that our interview will be on July 11th! It´s going to be so much sooner than we anticipated! I cannot believe it!
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