This past Sunday I woke up at 9:15am, which should be considered a miracle due to the music videos my host brothers put on in the morning (Danzas Peruanas- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=plavOHZL_MA&feature=related) plus the always obnoxious altavoz/loudspeaker that goes off at 6:30 every morning. Following breakfast with my family I went back to my room to watch the first part of Dances with Wolves before heading off to the internet cafe in order to ichat with the padres (parents not that bad baseball team to the south of LA). It was great to finally see my parents although during my chat with them I realized that two months away from them still hadn't changed my dad's terrible sense of humor. Following our chat I had lunch with my parents, which had to be one of the most depressing lunches I have ever had. During lunch my host dad talked about his struggles being a taxista and how he is at the moment searching for another job (He says it is becoming extremely hard to support the family on his income...which makes me realize that without the Peace Corps monthly stipend they would definitely be in the tanks). He also informed me that his father had left him as a kid and that the reason his brother had been over the night before till 4am (yelling/being a drunken college kid basically) was that his brother was also struggling and had to vent over everything that had happened to them as kids...Let's just say that after our lunch conversation I needed to hit up Pat's place in order to relax and put my mind on something else...which sadly was the worst movie ever created G.I Joe.
This is now the sixth week of training (4 weeks left before I am living somewhere else for 2 years) and I just wanted to tell you that...I just killed a freakin huge Scorpion. Although I was going to talk about my night out at Chosica this past monday for Brett's birthday, I believe that this scorpion' assassination that I just participated in is so much more badass...Thanks to my host brother's shreaks and good eyesight I was able to battle it out against a mouse-sized scorpion...I might be exaggerating its size but dam do I feel accomplished/badass right now
Hey - do you get a medal of some sort for killing the enormous two-foot long Senor Scorpion? (BTW, did you even consider that scorpion may have been the sole support of his bro's and sis's, hmmmmm?) Back to
ReplyDeletesurvival of the fittest, is it? Just remember to check your shoes before you put them on.
Do guys really shriek?
wml g'ma