"Traveling White Girl"

Trip Start Jan 06, 2012
Trip End May 08, 2012

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Monterrico Surco

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Sunday, January 8, 2012

I woke up early to my first beautiful Peruvian morning in good spirits.  The sound of birds outside my window were completely relaxing until you get the "what sounds like a howler monkey" one.  I did not want to wake up my host family so I decided to quietly unpack in my new room.   I was determined to be completely quiet so of course I hit every possible squeak, creak and groan there could be.  Determined as I was, I organized and placed everything neatly in my new closet. While I was bending over my suitcases folding and separating my clothes, I forgot about the open closet doors above me and stood up abruptly and my beautiful side has a nice bruise and scab on it.  The sound of me hitting the door was loud enough but to add insult to injury, I swore loudly and the doors slammed shut.  If my host family wasn't awake at that time the grenade going off in my room was enough to wake up the whole block.   
I had used up the battery to my computer at the airport in DC, so I decided to find my adapter/converter and plug it into the wall.  My computer started to charge but then all of a sudden there was a loud popping noise and smoke was erupting from my converter on the wall.  I literally panicked.  I pulled the smoking converter off the wall and dropped it on the floor because it was extremely hot.   I picked it up again quickly and set it on the window sill to have the smoke go outside and for it to cool off.  Not thinking things through, I grabbed  my bottled water and splashed some of it on the electrical device.  The converter sparked and sizzled so I grabbed a book and started fanning my converter.  My room was starting to smell like smoke so to cover it up I sprayed my perfume in the room.  I was so embarrassed about this that I didn't tell my host family about my "traveling white girl" idiocy.  
After my eventful morning, my host mother Maria took me to the market called WONG about five blocks from our home.  We past by many parks and everywhere there is flowers, cacti, and palm trees. The market was packed full of people bumping into each other and running over toes with their carts.  She took me over to the fruit section and showed me different fruits I had never seen before and I asked her about different items.  We bought tuna roja (a fruit from a cactus), granadilla (a fruit which looks like a red spotted tennis ball), ceviche (Fernando calls it sushi), and some clams to make dinner.  Maria is an amazing cook!  She made arroz de almejas which is rice with clams and we had Inca Kola which is the Peruvian coca cola product.   Inca Kola taste like pineapple butterscotch candy if that helps anyone.  I got to try the tuna roja at dinner time. The tuna roja looks like a grenade on the outside and the inside is dark purple.  It kind of reminded me of dragon fruit in flavor but was plain.  
I was so exhausted by 5pm because I'm drained from concentrating all day by listening to everyone in Spanish then translating it in my head.  I was so happy when Maria told me to go take a nap I could have hugged her.  All in all, I feel like my Spanish is already improving and I can't wait for orientation at school tomorrow!
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Alison on

I hate to be needy, but I am DIEING for another entry! Hope you're having the time of your life!! &lt;3 Alison

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