This week was relatively eventful. I mean, what else can be expected from a week that begins in a reenactment of Jesus' crucifixion and ends with another one? They were actually really interesting. I'm not sure why, but I thought that they would be more somber events. This was not so-- as evidenced by the confetti being thrown by the group on Monday and the small brass band accompanying the one on Thursday night.
Then, of course, I was pooped on this past Wednesday. The two year old in the casita I volunteer in within the aldea (orphanage) pooped through his diaper and pants. I had no idea, so I plucked him up out of his high chair and sat down on the couch with him in my lap. It took approximately fifteen seconds for me to spot the refried beans- like substance coating half my right arm and spread over both thighs of my black leggings... I cleaned up quickly in the bathroom.
Other than that, nothing truly groundbreaking has happened. I went back to the vegan restaurant, got a new teacher for my Spanish class, and finally got my credit and debit cards in the mail. You can probably imagine my relief, but if you cannot, imagine finding out that you passed all your classes for a semester right when there was some threat of losing your 4.0 GPA.
Today I went and explored some parts of Cuzco I had not rally been to. I discovered a pretty wonderful cafe with fantastic ice cream. I plan on going back for the cake...
I love all of you guys so much! (more than the alpaca sweater I just bought)
That being said, if any of you want to come visit me, feel free :)
(Elena Giselle <3)
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