Blog 4: la dia de las Fuentes.

Nothing exciting happened yesterday.  Not that exciting hangs are supposed to happen every day, its just that blog posts which read "Today I spent 3 hours attempting to circumvent ABC's 'no international viewing' rules and failed miserably.  Meaning I still have not watched castle, and there for am depressed" have no place in this uplifting blog.

However, I did meet more people in my hostel anoche (last night), which leads to tonight's tale.  Turns out that when depressed by a lack of TV the last thing you want to do is go and talk in a language you barely know.  However, if you have been raised by a family valuing self awareness and improvement as I have (thanks family!), you force yourself into terribly scary situations for your own begrudging benefit.  Stupid mantras demanding acknowledgement and addressment of problems.

Also, addressment is your word of the day.

So last night I met some wonderful mexicanos who talked so fast my head span.  But I understood enough to know that these were nice people.  One in particular I talked to enough to know that not only what she nice, she was also a truly good person.

So enter today.  It started as most do: Spanish classes until my head is alternately swimming and exploding, then a small recreo, then more Spanish classes until I die.  Then lunch somewhere where I can eat a lunch to feed a king for the price of a pauper.  Also, someone in my life had better learn how to make cebiche, cause I am officially addicted.  Then I study in the park talking to old dudes. Today I mixed it up by finally being able to withdraw money after an honest 6 previous attempts.  Which means I could buy my ticket out of this gray, gray city to a greener, lovelier place called Cusco.

By the way, cities are not my scene.  Or suburbs.

So needless to say, things were looking up as I could finally spend money without worrying if it was the last money I would spend.

Then I went home.  I was chatting with my new (incredibly beautiful) Mexican friend when the gringas asked if I wanted to go to a fountain show.  If you are ever in Lima and are asked to go to a fountain show, do it immediately.  Not only do you get to hail, barter with, and then ride in crazy taxis (I swear they learned how to drive on the classic game "crazy taxi"), but you get to spend the evening swimming in Spanish, likely with a beautiful (and kind) mexicana teaching said spanish, and you will see the most spectacular light/laser/fountain show you can imagine, complete with 3D light people dancing the dance of their people.  You miiiight get to waltz to some background music if you are lucky.  You will also likely run though fountains and slip and fall and go swimming accidentally.  Twice.

Long story short: always go to fountain shows.

Things I learned: I really is better to bring money and change it at una tienda de intercambio NOT in the airport.

There are fruits which literally taste so good you shed a tear.  I now know one such fruit, but I don't yet know what it is called.

There truly are awesome people everywhere.  You just have to contrive to meet them.

Love
Always

 Stu