Danzas and Chaclacayo Library

This past sunday I finally had the chance to sleep in, however thanks to my throbbing bladder pains, Yanacoto´s loud speaker (altavoz) and loud host siblings I was forced to wake up at 7:40 in the morning. For whatever reason there is a person in Yanacoto that is permitted to go on this loud speaker at an inhumane hour in order to inform the people in my barrio about god knows what...Some volunteers and I who live in Yanacoto have tried to figure out where this guy lives so we can disappear him, HOWEVER we have yet to figure out his whereabouts and consequently he still continues to wake us up at around 6:40am everyday. ¡Que lastima! (What a shame!) Well after waking up I decided to eat with my host siblings (host mom went to church at 8am and my host dad was taking a coma) and begin my spanish harry potter book. After reading my harry potter book and realizing how i could integrate words like wand and witches into my spanish vocabulary I decided to work on my homework so that I would not have to worry about it later on when I was supposed to be at the local colegio watching my host brother and sister do peruvian national dances (and for whatever reason they added grease and michael jackson dances to the ancient incan dances-don´t ask me why).
Following lunch with my family I went to Patricks house in order to relax and watch some soccer on the television. I am so glad that someone in my neighborhood has espn deportes because watching religious movies everyday gets a bit old after awhile...After watching a game between real madrid and sevilla Patrick and I went to the local colegio in order to get seats and watch the ancient peruvian dances (coupled with some dances form MJ and Grease). Watching some of the kids dance was amazing, especially the kids that weren´t apart of the dancing group that decided to run into the middle of the stage and make their own interpretive dances. Following the ¨danzas¨ there was a fireworks show which was quite impressive especially due to the fact that one guy decided to but this huge contraption on his back which was blowing fireworks off in every direction...Let´s just say it was dangerous to be in the area of this fireworks show.
Despues de los fuegos artificiales (After the fireworks) I went to Patricks house to watch a movie before finally going to bed. After waking up at 7 in the morning due to the loudspeaker I decided to lay in my bed a little bit longer so that the ¨bear¨ in me would not come out (my parents call me the bear in the morning when I am a bit feisty). What started off as a rocky day turned for the worse when I had my inability to converse day which every volunteer seems to have. I felt like a baby learning to say his first word...I could barely understand my parents (especially my father who tends to mumble his words from time to time) and my vocabulary was about the same as a mute person. ¡Que lastima! I felt like screaming however I am pretty sure I would not have been able to do that correctly...Thankfully my rough day turned for the better when some volunteers and I went to the local library in order to play/hang out with kids in the community. Many kids live with drug abusing parents so it was nice to be able to help out and make their days a little better...even if it was just for an hour. The great thing is many volunteers have already begun to make an effort to help out in their own communities even though there has been no pressure to do so...