...Finally understood a joke about rice preparation and actually thought it was funny.
...Am still constantly baffled by Peruvian medical remedies. Suffering from a wound or perhaps the common cold? Try kerosene. I hear it works wonders.
...Continue to laugh in people's faces at inappropriate moments because I'm positive that they are joking and, go figure, they're not. Case in point: I was recently told by my host-brother, who is 15, that his feet grew so much because he wore sandals and watered his feet. "Just like plants," he said.
...Point out Gringos as if I were not one myself.
...Am completely unfazed by any invasion of my personal space.
...Have kind of, maybe, gotten used to seeing my primary school students at parties.
...See no problem with referring to someone as Chino.
...Still don't understand why many Peruvians are called Chino when they have no characteristics meriting the nickname whatsoever.
...Love chicha.
...Would rather drink about anything other than lukewarm Peruvian beer.
...Feel like my Spanish language level may have advanced from that of a 6 year-old to that of a 6.5 year old.
...Am certain that my English language level digressed.
...Feel like an 8 year-old because I've reverted to wearing clothes that were picked out by my mother and eating whatever my Peruvian host-mother puts in front of me.
...Feel a little sad that I won't see my younger host-brother grow up.
...Am looking forward to being able to eat what I want to eat, when I want to eat it.
...Do not regret not being able to eat what I wanted to eat, when I wanted to eat it for the past two years.
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...have kept me entertained and thoughtful about the PC experience.
thanks for continuing to write these entries! :)
Estoy de acuerdo! These made me laugh, thanks.
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