So as you guys probably know (or maybe not), when I found out my blood type, I decided to take it as a guide on how to live my life. I'm B positive.
That being said, this is a kind of disappointing post to have to write. Mostly, I am writing this as a sort of warning and reminder for all of you guys to stay as safe as possible.
First of all, I went out to dinner with Italy, Kansas, and a new friend from our Lake Titikaka trip, Lima on Friday. The dinner was amazing, even if Colorado was blocked from joining us due to her goodbye dinner that was hosted by the Spanish School. After such a wonderful dinner, Kansas and I walked back to where we are living. Taxis slowed down to catcall us, random men catcalled us, and the whole atmosphere was a little less than pleasant. However, we brushed it off, both hoping to just make it back to the apartment so that we could sleep.
There is a small side street we tend to use in order to get from the square to the street where the apartment building is. This street had about twenty five to thirty men in it, and it soon became apparent that the men had been drinking. They all started to catcall and yell at us, and we tried to brush it off and keep going, but they just got louder. Being afraid, we grasped hands and got catcalled even louder for the "girl on girl action". Finally we broke into a run, turning the corner to get home as quickly as possible, but even that just made the men louder.
I can honestly say that I have never been that kind of scared in my life. Luckily Kansas and I made it out okay.
Saturday, Colorado and I went on a Sacred Valley tour, which was amazing! The entire day was incredible, and even though the rest of our tour group probably found Colorado and I incredibly obnoxious, the tour guide loved us. We got to go to all kinds of amazing architectural sights and had a pretty rad buffet for lunch. We even made friends! We ended up meeting two Brits living in NYC on vacation in Peru. One of them got particularly.... friendly with Colorado. the point is that they were really kind gentlemen and it was wonderful to meet them.
After yet another day that seemed to be so perfect and amazing, nothing could possibly go wrong, right? Wrong! Colorado and I were walking home when we ended up in a shuffle of people which escalated into some pushing and shoving. Somehow, one of the men in the shuffle stole Colorado's phone.
Now, before you go blaming my friend, let me point something out to you. Her hands were both in the kangaroo pocket of her hoody and her phone was in her hands within the pocket. The man had to have gone out of his way to get her phone. She cried the whole way home over the loss of all her pictures of the kids from the orphanage she had taken but had not gotten the chance to upload onto social media.
Later that night, our host dad took us out for pizza (some of the strangest pizza I have ever had in my life), and also had us go over to the police to tell them about what happened. Not only did they refuse to even try to help, but they did not even go over to the place where the robbery took place to check it out and see if maybe the phone had just dropped.
I guess the whole point I want to make here is that places like Peru are sort of like a Venus Fly Trap or a Pitcher Plant. Things seem beautiful and exotic at first glance, and even though they are, you need to be aware that they are also dangerous. I even did something I said I would never do out of fear-- I bought a fannypack. It is small enough to fit under my clothing and hard enough to get into that I am not worried about having things get stolen from me.
I love you guys so much! Please stay safe!
If anyone shows interest, I would be happy to go more into the fun experiences of this weekend :)
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