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.