Back To America

   For my final morning I headed over to the San Pedro Market to look for some souvenirs and barter in Spanish. After some good finds, we headed back for lunch, which included a sampling of cuoy, or guinea pig. It tasted like dark chicken meat and was very bony. Still it is a delicacy in Peru. Finally, we saddled up and got on the bus for the last time. Boarding the bus started my 28 hour travel home. After the bus came 3 planes rides, to Lima, Atlanta and Boston. After each was an 8 hour and 3 hour layover and then 2 hour ride home respectively. Needless to say it was an exhausting day, as well as sad because friends broke off in Atlanta to fly home to their various states and there were more goodbyes in the Logan airport. The trip was a great success, the amount of time spent away from home was easily manageable and made me actually want to stay in Peru a little longer. I definitely plan on studying abroad or doing another dialogue and hope to keep my Spanish going strong. This will be my last blog, hope everyone enjoyed reading them, I will gather all my pictures together soon as well.

Trip to Cusco

   After my first full nights rest in what feels like five weeks, I awoke to the last day of our trip. We had a day entirely to ourselves, except for a group dinner at the end of the day. I spent what was left of the morning walking around the city, and grabbing lunch. In the afternoon, a group of us went horseback riding near Saqsaywaman, the ruins we visited on our first day in Cusco. We saddled up and rode (the horses never went faster than trotting) up a slightly steep trail into the mountains. Riding a horse for the first time ever was definitely fun, and the scenery was an added bonus. The horses were calm, and nobody had any problems even though only a couple of us had prior experience.

   We returned to the hotel and got ready for our final dinner, which was at Monasterio, a fancy hotel restaurant. I had grilled shrimp, quinoa ravioli, and wine soaked pear for desert. The food was rich and delicious, but ended up upsetting my stomach due to the lack of the kind of food during the rest of the trip. Because of this I was feeling sick when we went out at night, which was a little disappointing, but we had so much fun all week that it was alright. The whole night was bittersweet, but it is nice to know that I will see all the people I’ve met around campus.

   Me and roommate Carson set our alarms at the early hour of 4:30 to prepare for our bus to Machu Picchu. Getting to the mountain ruins is quite the trip, and from Cusco it involved three legs. The first was a bus at 5 from the city to the train station. This took two hours and involved some bumpy backroads. After the bus came the train ride, which was equally as adventurous. The train wound around mountains for an hour and a half before we arrived at the town Aguas Calientes, which literally means hot springs. There are hot springs there but we were so hot from all the walking throughout the day that we never explored them. After the train ride came another bus, one that would take us all the way to the entrance to Machu Picchu. It wound up and down the mountain with no guard rails, but offered an amazing view of the Andes mountains.

   As expected the entrance to Machu Picchu itself was flooded with tourists. We met up with our guides and started to walk up to the ruins. The view was absolutely breathtaking. We learned a couple of things right off the bat that surprised me. First off, the mountain behind the ruins is actually called Hayma Picchu. Machu Picchu is the summit behind the ruins, that no one sees in the pictures. In addition, we don’t know what the ruins are even called, but the best guess has something to do with a condor, due to the shape of the city layout and carvings in the ruins. Finally, the Machu Picchu that we are all used to, clearly seen from the view from above, with the amazing Andes mountains in the background, is not how it always was. When discovered, the ruins were completely covered by trees and forest. We spent two hours exploring the ruins and learning about reasons it was used by the Incas. The question we all had on our minds, was why would someone in their right mind decide to build a city in an impossible places to reach. Obviously it was easily defended, but they also studied astronomy in the moon temple, a building at the very top of Hayma Picchu.

   After the tour of the ruins, we decided to hike part of the Inca Trail, up to the Temple del Sol. The actual Inca Trail covered four countries, but the one that current people hike takes around four days. Our hike was only and hour or so both ways, faster on the way down than up. Even after being in high altitudes for almost a week, we were panting much more than normal, while  the guides casually jogged and then waited for us on the trail. We learned that the trail is curved into a “U” so the messengers of the Inca could bounce off of the rocks. When we reached the Temple del Sol, we were much higher than the ruins, and had another beautiful view of the Andes. We encountered some hikers on their last leg of their journey on the Inca Trail. If I ever make it back to Cusco that is first on my to-do list. On the way back I stopped and had a picnic with the greatest view of all time, however the food that I had bought at the grocery store the day before was subpar. The hike was rewarding, and a great way to end the day at the ruins. We repeated the journey home, and arrived around ten ready to sleep for at least a full day.

   Wednesday marked the mid-point of our trip to Cusco and our third to last full day in Peru. Today we visited the Sacred Valley. It is located about two hours outside Cusco city. Before reaching the valley, we made two stops. The first was at a local market and the second was at an alpaca fur harvesting farm where we got to feed alpacas, llamas, and vicunas. We learned about how to tell the difference between the three of them and their importance to the people who live here. All three of their natural habitats are above 2000 feet. When we arrived at the valley, our first stop was the Pisac ruins. They are set in the side of the mountain and are complete with many agricultural terraces. We hiked to the top of the store-houses for the agriculture, which were set at the highest altitude in order to preserve the food stored inside them. The ruins offered a beautiful view of the Sacred Valley below. There were two other sets of ruins, one at the entrance and another that we didn’t have time to hike down to. Also one the mountainside was home to one of the largest cemeteries in the Andes, and you could see little holes in the cliffs of the mountainside where Inca ancestors had been mummified and buried.

   We stopped for lunch at an amazing buffet style restaurant that included alpaca and other Andean dishes. It also had a large garden with a river flowing around the backside. After lunch we headed to another set of ruins, Ollantaytambo. The ruins consisted of large terraces and a religious temple. It is said to be made in the outline of a llama and was one of the main stops on the Inca Trail.  Our final stop was special, because the women in the town play the most important role in society, as they control all the finances of their families. Here we were given a lesson on how alpaca fur is sheared, washed, colored and woven. The particular designs that the women weave have particular meanings, and they are extremely intricate. We then went back to the hotel to get a good nights rest in preparation for Machu Picchu tomorrow.

   The continental breakfast at the hotel is complete with fresh fruit, fruit juice and a variety of good breakfast items that are heaven to wake up to. Today, we traveled an hour and a half outside the city to visit a couple of places. Our first stop was Las Salineras de Maras. It was a group of around a thousand little pools of water on the side of a mountain. The pools are filled with salt water from the stream that flows out of the mountain. There is an extensive irrigation channel system so all the various owners of the pools can fill their pools and then stop the water, let the water evaporate and harvest the salt. All of this is done without machinery, only a small shovel. The salt is exported around the world, but is the cheapest in Peru, I got a small bag for 1 sole (30 cents). To get down to the Salineras, our bus driver drove down a set of switchbacks that were barely wide enough for one car and had a sheer drop off with no guard rail. He was pretty good, but the nerve-racking part was when we encountered a car going the other direction and one would have to back up until it was wide enough to pass. The view from the mountainside with the pools was incredible and like the oasis/desert in Ica, one of the most beautiful places I have ever been.

   Next was another ruin, Moray. Moray was a set of four different valleys filled with circular terraces. These were used to grow crops that otherwise couldn’t be grown on the steep side of a mountain, and are present in Machu Picchu, and many other places in the Andes. This particular set of terraces are thought to be used for agricultural research to see what could and couldn’t grow at that particular altitude. The guides also informed us that all of the names of these ruins are Quechua words, but most names were given by the Spanish because the Incas left behind no writing. We then returned to the city and hotel and had a presentation from Henry, a lawyer who was our local guy in Miraflores, about law in Peru, as well as the death penalty. Monica then gave a lecture on the past couple of presidents of Peru, as well as a brief background on PPK, the candidate who just won the election. 

   We started out the day Monday very wary about the altitude sickness, but as the day moved on, we realized two things. One, that everyone was affected differently, and the second, that for the majority of people all it involved was being out of breath a lot quicker than we normally would. In addition, I have not felt that you digest food and drinks slower than at sea level. We have two guides who speak English, Spanish, and Quechua (the local language of the Andes). They are very knowledgable and will accompany us through the next three days. Today we went to 6 different places as part of a city tour of Cusco. The first was the Temple del Sol located in the actual city. Originally it was the most important Incan temple, but the Spaniards had built over it when they took over Cusco. You can see where Inca building ends and Spanish begins and our guides mentioned it as a metaphor for the change from ancient to colonial times in Cusco. In addition, the Incas built their walls at an angle to avoid collapsing during earthquakes, while the Spaniards built straight up and down. Because of this the Spanish church on top of the temple has fallen twice now while the Temple del Sol remains.

   The next place we visited was the Cathedral of Cusco. It was ornate with statues and carvings painted with gold leaf and silver everywhere. The guides were quite surprised when he learned very few of us were Catholic. I like the ruins over the churches anyway so I was glad when our next stop was Saqsayhuaman, the second most important Inca temple in Cusco. This one was located outside the city on an adjacent mountain and had an amazing view of the city below. We learned that Cusco was built in the shape of a Puma and Saqsayhuaman was at the eye. The Temple del Sol was located at the heart of the animal. Next was another set of ruins called Pukapukara. This one served as a customs building for those traveling to Cusco in the ancient times.

   After Pukapukara was Tambomachay, a set of ruins farther up the mountain, at almost 3,750 feet. This one included a 10 minute hike and we were all out of breath almost instantly. It was a place to clean both your body and soul and had three water fountains that still work to this day. Finally we stopped at Qenqo, a ruin that was in bad shape but once had a large statue of a puma. In addition there was a stone altar where it was thought llamas were sacrificed for the gods. Our guides told us that while most facts about these places are backed up by archeological finds, because the Incas had no writing system some of the information was actually theories. Finally we stopped at a local market and had a short presentation about how to tell the difference between real and fake alpaca clothing. The real alpaca at the store was crazy expensive and most of the people who had already bought clothing realized that while cheap, their clothes were made from synthetic material. Alpaca fur has been called the gold of the Andes and therefore plays a big role in their economy.

   Sunday morning was my final breakfast with my host family, and I was grateful for everything they did for me. The thing I was most nervous about when embarking on this trip was the host family, and they were perfect. They left me to my own time, fed me enough, and their inability to speak English was a blessing as I got to practice my Spanish with them. After saying goodbye, a bus shuttled us to the airport where we had lunch and boarded our plane. The flight was short, and the altitude problem when we got off did not affect me nearly as much as it had been talked up. Other than being out of breath walking up and down stairs or carrying my bag around long distances, I have felt fine so far (fingers crossed). Me and my roommate for the week, a guy named Carson, found a six sole diner. Thats under two dollars and included chicken, potatoes, soup, and a salad. The hotel we are staying at is nice, and we have a balcony room that has a beautiful view of the city. The Peruvian soccer team was playing Brazil in Gillette Stadium, and we watched that before calling it a night.

Final Weekend in Lima

   Saturday marked our last full day in Lima, and unfortunately I was a little behind on the reading and had to spend half of the day catching up. Afterwards though, a couple friends and I went to one of the most amazing sushi places I have ever been to in Larcomar, the mall on the cliffs in Miraflores. Afterwards, I had a lot of packing to do before our final dinner at Rosa Nautical. It is a restaurant 50 yards out on a dock in the ocean, and served gourmet Pisco Sour, appetizers, cheese stuffed chicken with pasta, and a Peruvian dessert.

   Our time there was enhanced when Monica, our teacher, recognized one of the other people at the restaurant as ex-Peruvian president Alejandro Toledo. He gave a not-so-brief speech on the importance of traveling and visiting the world. And I quote, "the problem with America back when I was president was that the minister of foreign relations never had an f---ing passport." He did congratulate us on getting out there and seeing other cultures. In addition he had some serious words to say about Trump. He is the first ever president of Peru from Andean decent, but he has three citizenships, and studied at Harvard and Stanford. This is a common theme for all the presidents of Peru: Princeton, Harvard and Columbia are just some of the schools the last three have attended. Still not quite sure if I got a good or bad impression of him, but it was cool of him to agree to talk to us. Finally we ended our last night in Lima by going out one last time.

   Its funny to phrase it this way, but in the month that we've been in Peru, Friday was the first truly "free" day. No classes, no activities, no group dinner, nothing. That meant that we visited Barranco the night before, a small district adjacent to Miraflores that is known for nightlife. We had a fun time dancing and socializing with Peruvians and other exchange students our own age. Through classes at "EL Sol," or because of rooming situations, we have met a bunch of other non-Northeastern students as well. For me, the best part of the trip has been meeting all the other laid back, adventurous people. For breakfast, I met up with two friends and had crepes and waffles before walking to the school to meet our teacher, Romeo.
   From there we headed outside the city to a small mountain (more like a hill in comparison to the Andes) called "Lomas de Lucumo." We took a two to three hour hike that was filled with switchbacks and inclines. It was the first time we were nowhere near a road and the silence was amazing. The only downside was that the misty fog that hangs over Lima all the time obstructed our view from the top of the hill. Regardless, we had a good time and were all exhausted by the time we returned to the city. Talking to our teacher was fun too, because outside the classroom, we found that he understands about the same amount of English as we do Spanish. Therefore, he would say something to us in Spanish, we would respond in English, followed by him responding in English and us ending in Spanish. While confusing sounding, it was a very easy way to communicate when you both only understand 75% of the others language. Today was also the last dinner I had with my host family because a group dinner is part of the itinerary for tomorrow.

Final Week in Lima

   Thursday marked our final day at "El Sol" and we cut class a little short to have a goodbye ceremony. In addition, we received gray hooded sweatshirts with the "El Sol" logo. I really enjoyed the school, as it was not about what grade you got on a test or how much homework you had but focused solely on teaching the Spanish language. In high school, with a little knowledge, it was easy to fib a written Spanish test without truly understanding the content, but here there is none of that. Its all about what you want to get out of it, and my speaking and listening is much improved thanks to "El Sol." The teachers were also amazing and a couple of us made plans to go on a hike with one of them on Friday.
   Afterwards we boarded the bus one final time to make our way to UNIFE. The trip there normally takes 20 minutes or so but because of the traffic problem in Lima, it takes an hour or more to get back. Once we arrived there was a lecture on Latin influence on the Spanish language. While Latin is really dry the professor did a decent job of comparing Latin to Spanish and then to English to keep us engaged. Afterwards we finished up our Peruvian history presentations before participating in a ceremony commemorating our final day at UNIFE. There was a couple short speeches from both schools followed by a dance lesson of "Soulja boy" an american dance. Finally a girl from UNIFE sang a couple of songs and had everyone up and dancing with her. It was a great way to end the two weeks we spent there.

   Wednesday was another day at "El Sol" taking Spanish classes in grammar and conversation, as well as culture. Directly afterwards we took a bus to UNIFE. I made a short presentation on tailgating that was then translated into Spanish by two students. There were also presentations about gymnastics, soccer and rock climbing. In addition, we listened to a lecture about architecture from one of the professors at UNIFE. While interesting, the architecture in Peru is pretty much just churches and all are no more than a few stories tall because of the earthquakes. Finally, there were more Spanish presentations of Peruvian history by the Northeastern students, thankfully I could sit back and watch having already finished mine yesterday.

   Tuesday brought us one step closer to the end of the academic portion of the trip. Classes at "El Sol" were followed by another trip to UNIFE. Today involved a current events presentation, that focused mainly on the election, which by the way, the winner was finally officially announced after two days of slight uncertainty. PPK, the economist/gringo won by a very slim percentage. Afterwards there was a lecture on Peruvian foods, which included some sampling at the end. The influences on the food here are from India, China, Japan, Spain, Italian and the indigenous people. There are also large differences in the food when Peru's three major regions, the coast, the mountains, and the jungle are compared. Varying crops, influences, and levels of spiciness separate the regions. Finally, we ended the day with Northeastern presentations about Peruvian history, to be translated by the UNIFE students. I was up today and made my presentation of the emergence of the Creole conscious pretty smoothly. The main idea of the presentation was how being treated as second class citizens and having their country used purely to supply Spain ultimately led to thoughts of independence, not all too different from the American colonists mentality.

   Our final week in Lima began on Monday, and we started up class at "El Sol" for one last Monday. Afterwards we headed to UNIFE to begin our final week there as well. After an hour of conversation on the lawn, we headed in for the second to last history class, where we talked about the many presidents of the country and how power shifted from San Martin, to Bolivar, to the establishment of a true democracy. Finally we ended with presentations from the Northeastern students in Spanish, to the translation students of UNIFE about a section of history from the novel we have been reading "Lima, A Cultural History" by James Higgins. I will be presenting tomorrow on the emergence of the Creole conscious in colonial Peru.

Weekend 3

   Sunday was election day for the Peruvians, and voting in Peru is mandatory. Also, they know who the winner is by 4 o'clock, which gives them a narrow window to get out and vote. The two candidates are Keiko Fujimori and PPK (PedroPablo Kcynsky), and while I only know Peruvian politics through word of mouth from teachers at school or my host family it seems that I would vote PPK. Keiko is the daughter of now imprisoned ex-president Alberto Fujimori and she has been accused of trying to buy votes from the poor community with the embezzled money that her father is currently in jail for. Her last name still holds good standing with a lot of Peruvians due to her fathers hand in ending the crippling terrorism here in the 80's/90's. PPK has been labeled as a gringo (he is the son of Polish immigrants and spent a lot of time in America as a World Bank economist) and plans to sells oil rights to foreign businesses to try and reap profit through taxes. Thats my best analysis anyways. PPK ended up winning by 0.5%, which I would assume calls for a recount, but we will see.
   While the Peruvians were hitting the polls, we were headed to Lunahuana for some river rafting and other activities. The rafting was fun, and reminded me much of the river in western Mass we went on at Camp Fuller. Afterwards was a quick ATV ride and then lunch. I had fried trout that was presumably caught in the river. The sun was beating down hard, and it is tough to think about this as Peruvian winter. We had a quick walking tour through the town, we couldn't visit the church because it was their polling center, and finally had a wine tasting at a vineyard. Before heading back to Lima we stopped at a rope bridge with a picturesque view of the river and mountains and sampled some locally made honey. Its crazy to think this is the end of week three, time has been going pretty fast and we are about to begin our last week here in Lima.

   To start Saturday off, I forgot my key in the room and then locked myself out. So, aware that I was keyless, I headed off to catch the bus that brought us to the "palacio de gobierno". Located in the Plaza Major" it is essentially the Peruvian version of the White House. It houses the president as well as has many decorated rooms. The most impressive was a recreation of the Hall of Mirrors, which is located in the Palace of Versailles in France. Despite shunning their mother country of Spain, there was still quite the European influence in the Palace. It also has a large courtyard which hosts a changing of the guards ceremony every Saturday that we got to see. Complete with a full marching band and a seemingly endless supply of guards, it was quite the extravagance that anyone can watch from the square. There was also a tour of the cathedral located adjacent to the palace. After the tours we grabbed lunch at La Lucha, an amazing sandwich place before dispersing into groups to relax or work on our presentations. While in one of the parks we saw quite the slackline show from a bunch of locals. Finally, after reading in the lobby for quite some time, my host family showed up and saved the day by letting me back into the apartment.

   Friday's contain our free afternoons which are much looked forward too. After classes I sampled ceviche for the first time at the restaurant Punto Azul. Ceviche is an "uncooked" fish dish served in a lime and other citruses liquid. I say uncooked, because while it never goes through the oven or grill, it is said that the acid in the citrus liquid cooks the fish. While tasty, you are eating a plate of rubbery fish only. Filling up on this without a grain like bread or pasta is tough. Still it is the authentic dish of Peru and I was glad I had it. Directly afterwards a couple of us headed down to the beach to surf. Our guide was a guy named Roberto who we called Tito due to his exact likeness with Tito from Rocket Power (if you weren't born in the 90's you won't understand this reference). The waves were small and Tito hooked us up with large boards so a couple of us were surprisingly successful at catching a bunch of waves. After dinner at our respective houses we grouped back up for some bowling at Larcomar, a mall on the side of a cliff overlooking the water.

Week 3

   Thursday included another day of school with teachers Romeo and Rosa. Following class was a trip back to UNIFE, an all girls university in Lima. There we conversed with the students studying translation for an hour or so, in both English and Spanish. Following was another history lesson in the independence of Peru. Much of Peru's history reminds me of America, and their reasons for independence were very similar. How they gained the independence was much different though. A rebellion amongst the indigenous people led by Tupac Amaru, followed by two different countries, Argentina and Venezuela stepping in to liberate Peru finally created the independence. Peru was the last country to gain independence in South America, due to Lima being the center of Spanish power in the continent. After the class was a Salsa dancing lesson by some very talented professional dancers. We learned the simplest version, but watching their routine was amazing. At night a group of us headed to an indoor/outdoor colonial house that served as both a replica historic house and bar.

   Wednesday was more of the same from El Sol school, and UNIFE the university we have been visiting. Today there was an speech translation where students from Northeastern talked about various activities and the UNIFE students translated to Spanish, and so forth. Afterwards there was a lecture on Colonial Peru. The way the Creoles, Spanish people born in Peru, separated from their mother country, Spain, is very similar to the American story between the States and England. Afterwards there was a large game of volleyball with students from both schools. I am beginning to work on a five minute lecture about the emergence of Creole Culture, in Spanish, to be presented early next week.

   Tuesday was more classes at El Sol. Following we headed back to UNIFE to take a class in Peruvian literature. Poems in English are hard enough to figure out, so one can only imagine how our interpretations of Spanish poems were pretty far off the mark. After the class we visited the museum of gold and weapons. The museum included the sword of Francisco Pizarro, the first conquistador in Peru. In addition there was rooms and rooms full of Incan and pre-Incan gold. Everything from lip piercings, to cups, to large headdresses covered the walls. Afterwards, a bunch of us climbed at an outdoor rock gym nearby Miraflores. One of my teachers showed us an amazing video about a group of famous Peruvians traveling to Peru, Nebraska to share their culture. Everything in the video is similar to what we have been trying/experiencing, from the hairless peruvian dogs to the bubblegum tasting soda, Inca Cola. The video is 15 minutes long but worth the watch, as it is filled with "cultura de peruanos."


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RL9gsVy9gfU

   Monday started week 3 at "la Escuela del Sol." This included a change up of teachers. We now have a man named Romeo teaching our grammar class. Quite the change as he is the first guy I've had teach Spanish. It is good because I have become better at understanding women than men in Spanish due to the lopsided amount of time spent talking in Spanish to my previous teachers. After classes we headed over to UNIFE, an all-girls private university in Lima, Peru. There was an opening ceremony and some guest speakers from both UNIFE and Northeastern. We talked with the students studying translation for a little while, in both English and Spanish. Finally there was a performance of traditional dances in the courtyard. Over the next two weeks we will be working with the translation students in both languages to mutually improve our language skills. A coupe of us finished the day off at a local crepe shop near the school.

Weekend 2

   Sunday was a short trip to the Callao, the port of Lima. It is also the first district we visited, as the airport is located there as well. The visit included a tour of the naval museum and a Peruvian submarine. The Peruvians can label on a map, the amount of battles they've fought in over the years. All of them are in or very close to Peruvian borders and makes you wonder how America got so involved in other countries. Following the museum we took a tour of an old military fort. It reminded me a lot of Fort Adams in RI. The lavanderias here are not open on Sunday, and I am in desperate need of my clothes I dropped off a couple of days ago. Hopefully pick up will occur sometime tomorrow.

   5 am wake up call started our day trip to Caral, the second oldest civilization in the world (After Mesopotamia, and before the Egyptians). The ruins were four hours away, so I was able to catch up on some sleep. After a brief hike, we arrived at the archaeological site. It is located in a valley in the middle of a bunch of mountains which provided sanctuary. Still except for the one river flowing through the valley it was a dry desert. The ruins were either crumpling or restored, but that could only be expected for 5 thousand year old buildings. Following lunch there was of course, the long ride back. At midnight we went to a show/club that involved local Peruvian dancers and singers, as well as regular club dancing. They would do an hour of the show, followed by a free hour and then bring back the show. It was quite the experience and our group provided plenty audience participation. We are often called "gringos" here, but its not a negative as it can be in other countries.

   Friday was classes per usual, followed by a free afternoon. Some friends and I spent it visiting local shops and having an amazing lunch at the sandwich place "La Lucha." Afterwards we took a quick dip in the ocean, which was warm despite the warnings from our host families that it was too cold to swim in. A couple of us ate dinner out with another kids host father, who had lived in Miami for bunch of years and spoke really good English. It was interesting talking to him (we all started in Spanish and quickly switched to English), while conversation is much easier, there is more learning with my family who speaks none. We called it an early night on account of the early hour we had to wake up the next morning.

Our Week at the Peruvian Air Force School ("FAP")

   Thursday was our last day at the Air Force School in Lima (after the normal classes at El Sol), and we were sad to leave. Today a group of five of us talked about food and dance in America. For food it was tough to pick stuff that was truly American other than hamburgers, hot dogs, and mac and cheese. The same can be said for traditional dances, but we had the whole class do the hokey pokey, which was fun for all. The kids were only 11 or so and gave a presentation about food and dance in their country. This included samples of the food, and of course plenty of pictures before we left. We had our final history class at "FAP" as well, which included the past couple decades. There was a serious terrorist problem in Peru in the 80's and the country has made an incredible turnaround and currently has the most improving economy in South America. Our time their was wrapped up with a short ceremony where both sides expressed their thanks to one another for the opportunities given.

   Wednesday was made special by the soccer games played at the Air Force school. We started out at El Sol, per usual, but instead of going to a classroom to have conversations with the students, we visited an elementary school phys. ed. class and played with the kids. Afterwards, there was our history class followed by games of soccer with some of the older students. The boys ran circles around our team but it was a good time all around. There was much cheering for both sides from the sidelines that gave the game energy and made it special.

   Tuesday was another day of grammar, conversation and culture classes at "El Sol." Afterwards, we headed back to the Air Force School, or "FAP" as they call it. This time we listened to a presentation about Peruvian and American candidates as well as a little bit of Peruvian culture. The kids like asking about American singers or athletes like Lebron and Steph Curry. There was so much excitement around us coming that we couldn't help but smile. They also enjoy taking pictures with us after class. Another history class at FAP rounded out the day. Tomorrow we will be participating in a soccer tournament.

   Monday began week two at "El Sol" school. After classes, we headed over to the Peruvian Air Force school where the children of the mechanics of the Peruvian Air Force go to school. A group of five of us talked, in english, to a classroom about life at an American university and the students responded about the differences at Peruvian universities. The differences were many, including not living on campus, taking specific entrance exams, and free state universities in Peru. The students are around 15 and speak varying intermediate levels of English. Some are better at English than we are at Spanish, others are not. They are all really excited to see us, and a little nervous, they mentioned. There was also an opening welcome dance as well as a school rock band performance. They are so welcoming and happy to try their English and listen to our Spanish that everyone is smiling as soon as we get there. Unfortunately we only have an hour with them before the Northeastern students take a history class. Afterwards a couple of us played a basketball game with some of the girls at recess.

After being here 10 days I figured I'd to write a couple notes about my impressions of Lima and Peru and then do a second segment right before I leave.

• People use their car horn about once a block, and a city of 8.5 million makes for quite the annoying chorus of blaring.
• While the food is amazing, potatoes and rice are served with every single meal here. Every single one.
• Buses and other enclosed areas (like the school stairs) are not made for people around six feet tall, and I have gotten accustomed to ducking. 
• No rain and the most predictable weather of all time (75 and partly cloudy) is amazing. 
• I guess it gets hard to enjoy the good without the bad, as we already find ourselves like Peruvians, who complain and throw on a coat when it drops to 70.
• There are ruins and historical sights everywhere here, due to the lack of erosion because of the constant weather. When it doesn't rain in 47 years, all those ancient adobe ruins tend to keep.
• Americans may be known for creating quite a bit of waste, but sadly I've used more plastic water bottles in 10 days than I have in the last year in the states.
• God bless the dollar to sole conversion rate. While spending 50 soles in one night might sound bad, converting it to 14 U.S.D. is comforting.
• That being said, American things cost American prices, so you're better off with the Peruvian version here. (Ex. Oreos cost at least twice the knock-off Latin America brand.)
• American politics are in the global spotlight, many people bring up Trump in conversations. (And we couldn't even say whether there was a Peruvian president or prime minister before we showed up).
• There is no doubt that Trump is the most famous American right now, thankfully I have yet to here anything negative about us. So far we have encountered nothing but welcoming people.
• The Peruvians are having their own political struggles as the daughter of a former (now imprisoned) president leads the polls for their election in early June. It doesn't help that she's still leading after being accused of money laundering.
• And voting is mandatory here, so nothing can be blamed on people not getting out to vote.
• I feel safer here than in New York City due to the enormous police presence. When walking friends home at night there can be an officer found on almost every other corner.
• Still it makes you wonder why Miraflores PD is so large. And I'm sure that can't be said about the less affluent districts of the Lima.

Trip to Ica

   Our final morning in Ica was followed by various stops on the long ride back to Miraflores. The first was on the coast in Paracas. We boarded a boat and sailed around a couple of islands. There were dolphins in the water and many birds. In addition, we saw a couple of penguins and sea lions hanging around on the rocks of the islands. While the boat ride reminded me of hometown SK, the coast is much different in Peru. The waves wash into beaches or cliffs that immediately turn to desert. There are no grass dunes or trees near the coast and there was even a large symbol written in the sand dunes for passing boats to see that was said to have been there for a thousand or so years. There were many theories as to why it got there, the most interesting being a group of pirates carved it to mark Paracas as a good place to pillage. After docking, we took a trip to an Afro-Peruvian home and watched an authentic song and dance be performed. Their were children as young as 5 participating and the group had us get up and join the dance at one point. As a musician myself it was moving to see how performing brought the family together and how every single one of them was having such a good time as they played. Duck and rice for lunch was followed by sleeping the entire ride home.

   Day 2 in Ica would prove to be just as busy as the day before. The day started out with an early two hour bus ride to the Nazca lines. We first visited a spiral well that had drinkable mineral water and aqueducts that the ancient people used to transport water and cultivate the dry desert land. Afterwards there was a short hike to a vantage point where we could see one of the Nazca lines, shallow trenches in the desert that form large figures thought to be pictures for the gods. Throughout the day we would see the loom, lizard, spiral and a couple other figures made in the lines. Next was a brief visit of some local ruins before a lesson on how the ancient people made their pottery. Following the pottery lesson there was a demonstration of how gold mining works in Ica. It is done entirely without machinery, much different than the Alaskan gold mining on TV. The day was capped off with a delicious dinner and some dancing later in the night.

   Friday began at the early hour of 5 in the morning. After a four hour bus ride we found ourselves in the city of Ica at the Hotel el Sol. We would be there for two nights and the hotel was right near the main plaza and included a pool. The day started off with a crazy dune buggy ride that rivals 6-Flags rollercoasters for in terms of drops and speed. We stopped on top of a large dune and pulled out some wooden "snowboards" made for the sand. We rode them down the side of a couple dunes and, while nothing like skiing, was an experience like none other. Its was amazing how quickly we were parched walking in the sand. The desert around us looked straight out of a desktop background picture. It most definitely is at the top of my list of most beautiful places I have ever visited. It also gets you wondering how difficult living in the desert is for the local people. The ride began and ended from an oasis, a pool of water surrounded by trees in an otherwise endless sea of dunes.
   After lunch, we made our way to a vineyard were we were shown how the grapes were crushed (using the feet of the workers) and developed into wine or the stronger "pisco." Unfortunately we couldn't crush them ourselves as that occurs in March, but we got to sample various wines, liqueurs and piscos. After the vineyard we took a tour involving the "Brujas de Ica" (witches of Ica). This included a monument and tree said to be cursed by the witches. Our guide compared what happened here to Salem, Massachusetts. The people here actually thank the witches now however, because without them their city would not be as large or as well known as it is in the present day. Finally we visited their church, which was a converted tin warehouse because the large cathedral looking one had been partially destroyed in an earthquake. Dinner was followed by a dip in the pool before heading off to a club for some good natured karaoke with the group.

Week 1

   Thursday classes were the last of the week, and the shortened school week was much appreciated by all. Following the classes we had just one activity planned for the day. It was a short day trip about an hour or so outside Miraflores to the ruins of Pachacamac. There we took a tour of the museum and then the ruins themselves. There are six archeologists working at the sight to restore/preserve the ruins. There were many similarities between these ruins and the ones at Huaca Pucllana. They were made in the same "libros" style of brick-laying but were created totally different periods, Huaca Pucllana being the older of the two. It was an early night in order to prepare for the bus ride at 5 in the morning on Friday.

   Wednesday began per usual with more Spanish grammar, conversation and culture classes. I really like El Sol, both the teachers and the facility itself. Lunch at the school is the last thing we do before we leave and beats out any school lunch I've had in the past. Today there were three tours in store for us. First we visited the Peruvian Congress. While the interior reminded me of the capitol building, it was much smaller, as to be expected. The security was pretty strict, we needed passports and had to wear long pants (a gesture of respect). Afterwards we walked to the AfroPeruvian museum. The stories that were told about slavery and the eventual freedom of slavery were much like the ones in America. Colonialism in the Americas seems to follow a pattern. Finally we visited La Iglesia San Francisco. It is the largest church in Lima; the tour included a trip to the catacombs. All the bones in the catacombs were authentic, and the tunnels were erie and a bit claustrophobic. This seems to be our last super busy day before the schedule involves a little more free time.

   Tuesday began the start of a routine as classes in the morning followed the same schedule as before. Classes were followed by a bus ride to the National Peruvian Museum of Anthropology and History. The museum had artifacts from early civilizations, Incas and Spaniards, the most interesting being silver and gold ornaments that were buried with the ancient people. After the museum there was a brief wine tasting at a local winery before we drove to the park with the circuito magico del agua. It was a park full of water fountains, the largest reaching 80 feet. There was a brief laser and lights show projected on a fountain of mist. Most agreed that they had never walked so much in one day in a long time and after dinner with some friends at a local restaurant I returned home for some much needed rest.

  Sunday was our last day before we started classes so there was a lot of free time. I spent the day at the beach and the surrounding parks, watching the surfers and paragliders. Dinner was at the restaurant Huacu Pucllana, named after the ruins ten feet from the patio we ate on. Before dinner we got a tour of the ruins, where the various functions of the ruins were described as well as how and why they were built. Earthquakes and humans are the only danger to these ruins, as it never rains here. The menu included salmon tartar, beef heart, goat cheese salad and grilled sea bass. There was also a local desert with chocolate and caramel as well as pisco. Quite the spread and we were all tired and full by the end of the night.
   Th next day was the first day of school. The school is a short walk away and starts at nine. The classes break down into grammar, conversation and culture. Its more Spanish than I've ever taken before and definitely wears one down a little but will obviously help with my skills. School was followed by a tour of the museum of Ricardo Palma, a famous writer of Peru. The museum is actually a house he lived in for six years. The curator was very good, mixing stories that kept us interested with facts about Peru and Palma.
  Afterwards we took our second Marabous tour. This one was at night and we got to get in and out of the bus at various places. We stopped in downtown Barranco and took a short walk around the area. There was also a coffee break due to the 3 hour length of the tour.

 Day one in Peru started on Saturday, as the flight didn't land until 1 in the morning. Jorge, the father of my host family, valiantly stayed awake until I arrived at their apartment at 2 in the morning. They live on the 18th floor of an apartment complex off of the busy Avenue Jose Pardo. There is a beautiful view of the city from my bedroom window, I have my own room with a double to myself. The Pacific Ocean can be seen from the family room window. The couple, Elena and Jorge, have at least four children, maybe more, but live by themselves now. Their kids will visit often they promised. From what I understand I am their second student from Northeastern.
   Desayuno was turkey and cheese on rolls, papia juice and what i thought at first was wine, but ended up being grape juice. So far they only know "thank you, money, and ok" in english. Communication is tough but not as hard as I would have thought, hand signals are the universal language and do wonders to accompany my Spanish. We talked about school in Boston and Lima amongst other things. Donald Trump was brought up and Jorge described him as "loco," I agreed and tried to explain how he was a bad example of an American.
   Me and Jorge walked around the city for awhile, my first impression was of how much I stuck out. The average height can't be more than five feet tall here and I have both Jorge and Elena by over a foot. (I cannot walk directly under their chandelier without hitting my head which they think is really funny.) My light hair and tee-shirt were another reason. Apparently 70 and cloudy calls for jackets from the locals here. Elena was afraid I would be cold on the walk, needless to say, I was sweating.
   Almuerzo was at a Norky's restaurant and was pollo with fries and a salad. After that was a bus tour that was touristy, but allowed us to see the whole district, including its many parks. Some friends and I spent the rest of the day walking to the coast and watching the surfers.
   Cena was made by Jorge and was a meat, potatoes, rice, onions, and peppers dish. I forgot the name but will ask him later, he said it was he said it was a sort of ceviche with cooked meat instead of raw fish because the fish is really expensive here. Afterwards I met back up with some friends and sampled the local pisco sour on a nearby street.