Sadly my time here in Peru is starting to come to a close. I only have three weeks left exactly. That's too depressing to talk about so let's stop! I haven't done such exciting things as my last blog but there still interesting none the less, well that is to me. Two Wednesdays ago, as a part of my UNK class I'm taking down here, I started to go to a local high school to teach English with other students from UNK. All we basically do is brake off into groups and the students ask us questions in English. Sometimes they start speaking Spanish to us because it is easy for them which they're not supposed to but that's fine by me, more practice for me! The questions are pretty basic and can be about anything. Except one kid did ask me what I think of British boys, and when I asked him why he replied, 'just trying to keep up the conversation.' Haha ok at least he's trying! I was dreading going to these high schools to teach but all in all they're not that bad, I wouldn't do it voluntarily that's for sure, but they also give us food afterwards! Wherever there's free food that's where I am!
I have no more trips outside of Lima until I leave so I have just been hanging out. Two weekends we decided to have a good old fashioned bon fire at the beach with some Peruvian friends. First some of us went with our friend Hugo to drop his car off at his house by the beach then took a taxi the rest of the way there. We basically just chilled out at the beach the whole time and talked. I remember being promised smores and as I'm writing this blog I realize that I never got those smores!
I was attacked by the camera while napping on the beach
The following week was Semana Santa, or holy week. Lima celebrates Easter a little differently than America; they celebrate the whole week, mainly with mass every day. Because of this we have a four day weekend starting Thursday! Although because it was a holy week that meant that a lot of things were closed and not as many taxis, bummer, but that also meant less traffic, possibly my biggest gripe with Lima. That didn't matter though. On Thursday night we decided to make French toast at my house. This is the second time I've made French toast with Peruvians and I've some to the conclusion that no one knows what syrup is in this country! I tried explaining to in to my host family and even showed them a bottle. The acted as if I got the stuff from Mars, the prononced it like sigh-rope. Which begs the questions, since they don't eat French toast here how do they eat their pancakes?
Preparing the food
The feast!!
Enjoying the food with the 'exotic' syrup in the middle
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