The Sweetest Thing

Some good things have happened to me recently! 

First, we got ducks for the house!  I love ducks!  They are so much better than chickens.  I love their waddle and the little conversational ducky noises they make.  Chickens are basically mini velociraptors. 

I’ve begun work on mural and world map projects we’re doing with the summer school kids.  To start, I had to go out and paint a white base on the wall outside the school.  The only time I had to do this was a Friday, market day, which means there would be lots of people in the plaza to see the gringa doing something strange.  I walked out with a paint bucket in my hand and dread in my heart.  I expected to be stared at, heckled, criticized, and asked the same questions over and over. 

It was actually great.  I was struggling to measure my rectangle, and a lady I often buy mangos from came over to help me.  All of my students came out to visit with me during recess.  I was having a hard time getting the paint bucket open, and one of the little girls ran to get her uncle who had a nearby stall in the market, and he came to help me.  Then, I was on tiptoe struggling to paint the top of the mural, and a man I’d never met before came over and offered me a ladder.

I spend a lot of time being exasperated with and having violent fantasies about Peruvians.  It was so great to have so many kind acts fall on me at once.  It’ll shore me up for lateness to meetings and catcalls. 

I know I’ve talked about how adorable Peruvian children are.  They’re ridiculous.  The other day, I went to visit the preschool classroom to do some drawings of the lake with them.  I knocked on the door and was greeted by a little guy.  He beckoned me down like he wanted to tell me a secret, then kissed me on the ear.  I would’ve fallen over if he did it again.  

A spontaneous ear kiss from a 4 year old made my whole day.  

Wherever I Go, You´ll Be With Me

During my service, I’ve often felt like my mind and body are not wholly my own. 

I was proved right this morning when I pooped some worms.

I called my PC doctor and he told me that they’re no big deal and I can take a pill to get rid of them.  He also said that the females exit at night to lay eggs, leaving the afflicted with an itchy butthole.  Thankfully, I’m not scratching my butt on trees like a bear yet. 

It’s almost Valentine’s Day and I don’t have someone special this year, but there is the possibility that hundreds of annelids are getting it on in my gut, so I can hope for some romance through osmosis.  

I hope you’re reading this with someone you love!  Happy Valentine’s Day! 

Raindrops Are Fallin On My Head

It’s easy to complain about the rainy season.  It’s miserable to be outside, sheep and their respective aggressive sheep dogs have descended into the valley, and it’s as grey and cold as the Doldrums.  But instead of descending into piles of wool and gloom, I’m going to rattle off some of the things about the rainy season I’m thankful for.

1. It’s also mango, avocado, and pomegranate season.  They are cheap, plentiful, delicious, and being eaten by the wheelbarrow full by me.

2.      Good snuggling weather.

3.       Awesome rainbows.

This is the view from my window.

Sometimes even double rainbows!  Wowza!

4.       Thunder-hail is a great excuse to put on fuzzy pants, make tea, and watch a movie in the middle of the afternoon.

Here is one of those in progress.

Sometimes we just sit and watch them.  I'd say it's better than TV, but my ideas about entertainment are pretty warped these days.

5.       I’m getting lots of reading done for my thesis.

6.      There’s less dust.

7.       Sometimes there are rivers where there had been roads, which keeps things interesting. 

8.    Mud is fun, so long as it's not in my bedsheets.

9.  Wildflower explosion.

10.   Snowy mountains.

11.   The rare sunny day is all the more glorious. 

12.   Whenever something is difficult, sad, or frustrating in the Peace Corps, I tell myself that I’m building character.  I’m going to have a veritable Giza pyramid of character by the time this is all over.

Particulates

Much like the rainwater I boil to drink, my mind has little bits and occasional bugs floating around in it that aren’t substantial enough to merit their own blog post.  However, my personal filter is dilapidated enough that I’ve decided to collect them here.

Entiendes? 

I’m working on my literature review for my thesis.  This is a direct quote from one of the articles:

“They also commonly exhibit umbric epipedons and argillic horizons.”

I know the author is talking about soil, but that’s as far as my understanding goes.

Despite the inscrutability of some of the things I read, I could almost be a biologist just for the vocab.  Words like anhydrobiosis (of water bears), ganglion, mycorhizzae, nodule, and rough endoplasmic reticulum are awesome to say and to approximately know what they mean. 

Hile

In Peru, it’s popular to name your kids after someone famous.  This is regardless of whether or not you really know why the name you picked is famous.  The closest American analogy I can make is getting a tattoo of Chinese symbols when you aren’t really sure what it means.  It’s something like strength or destiny, but who’s going to know the difference? 

The only good thing about the tattoo is that you’re only doing it to yourself.  Unfortunately, bad naming is inflicted on kids.  In my time, I’ve meet two teenagers named Stalin and Itler. 

Stasia: “Your friend is named Itler??  Do you know who Hitler was?”

Kid: “Yeah, wasn’t he a president of the United States?”

Sadly, nobody here knows the difference either.  At least Peruvians aren’t very good at growing mustaches.  

Dumb

It was straight foolishness to title a post "Golden Showers."  We all know what the internet is for:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKNnwLL991c

To each their own, but my blog has to be disappointing to many a Google searcher.


Filthy Stinking Volunteerses

I went to see The Hobbit when I was in Lima and enjoyed it more than I expected.  They could've billed it as a 3 hour movie on the marvels of dwarven facial hair, and I would've been in.  
I re-read the book a few months ago and really related to Bilbo as the reluctant adventurer.  I didn´t run out of my house without my hat or pocket-handkerchiefs, but I sometimes wonder what I´ve gotten myself into and what on earth is going on around me.

I figure the movie was filmed in New Zealand, but a lot of it looks just like Peru!  The mountains are like the Cordillera Blanca.  Rivendell with its trees and waterfalls is Amazonas.  Unfortunately, the part that looks like where I live is when everyone is being chased by wolf riding goblins, which I suppose is appropriate enough. If you´ve seen the movie, it´s like you´ve visited!

Sheep: Winning at Evolution

Most sierra volunteers get tired of sheep.  They are ubiquitous, sometimes noisy and smelly, not as cute as alpacas, cause traffic jams, stir up mud, and their poops are just the right size to stick in the treads of boots for later deposit on bedroom floors.  But, the biggest complaint is that they’re plain old dumb.

I’ve found another way of looking at it.  Sheep have made their way off the natural selection treadmill and are living the good life.  If a sheep could tell off a more glamorous and independent species, here would be its argument:

“I’m a sheep, and I am beyond being smart. Your big brain?  That just burns a lot of calories.  I have this human who does all that work for me.  I don’t have to look for food, evade predators, or write a master’s thesis.  To be a successful sheep, all I have to do is grow hair and hang out with my friends.”

Non-sheep, you just got burned.