week one: my life is in a constant state of confusion and awkwardness.

i never know what´s going on. i´m sure i agree to things that i really had no intent to agree to. the language is killing me, but i actually really feel like i´m getting better. until someone else says something at lightning speed and i don´t catch it.

well, i´m finally here at site and i am happy to inform all of you that the past week has gone really smoothly. i´ve had all good days. bad moments, yes, but good days. and that´s really all you can ask for. (also, excuse the fact that i´m not typing with capital letters, for some reason the caps on this computer only works for some letters).

so this has been my daily schedule on weekdays so far. i wake up at around 7:30 when the loudspeaker in town starts to make announcements and the people come to work on the house. i actually get out of bed around 8 and go for a run, i come back and shower and am downstairs in the restaurant to eat by 10am. i go and get the paper and start to read/translate the words i don´t know while i eat breakfast. at around 11:30 i finally leave the restaurant and walk over to the municipality where i continue to read something. it´s either the newspaper or one of the millions of documents Brett left me for my diagnostic. i go back to the restaurant around 1 or 2 to eat lunch and then my days become different. last week on wednesday and thursday, i went with some of the artisans to a workshop in Catacaos (the artisan capital of the region) put on by the european union. it was interesting and i think i´ll be able to use some of the more basic stuff with them. the workshop was from 4 to 9 at night and each day we arrived at 5 and left at 7 haha. the truck from the municipality brought us and i definitely rode on the back of the truck on the way home one night. hace friiiiiiiiio. anyway, we were actually there on time on thursday but we decided to take an hour to walk around the town and arrived in proper peruvian fashion an hour late. this is called la hora peruana. and i was so glad to look around at some of the incredible artisan products there!

when i wake up in the morning, i never know what i´m going to get myself into that day. for example, on sunday when i went to my first actual soccer game here, i did not expect to be whistled at by literally the entire stadium when i left. probably about 200 people or more. i was the only non peruvian person there and people were definitely starting to feel the cerveza. awkward. today, when i woke up, i did not expect to be a distiguished guest at the inauguration of two new classrooms at the primary school. but there i was, helping the mayor crack open a bottle of champagne over the classroom door and sprinkling holy water on the walls. only an hour later a 70 year old man was giving me purple corn out in the farms to make a peruvian drink called chicha morada.

suffice it to say that it´s been interesting. in other news, i have already lost my debit card.

i´ll post pics soon. i have only 2 more minutes before my time runs out!

Saludos!