The beginning of a new adventure

Hi again, my lovelies!
This is the fast and furious version of my first couple of days in Peru. (I will try to post regularly, and my excuse for China is that I did not trust the connection to online to work). Also, as a recap, I will probably talk a lot about food. If you do not like descriptions of food, skip over them and read the meager lines that end up being left over.
First of all, Peru is pretty amazing. I am staying in Cusco and things are already more interesting than they were in my first few days in SK. I am still getting used to the extremely high altitude, but things are rapidly improving for me physically. Mentally, everything is coming up roses. I love being able to communicate with people, everyone is extremely nice, and even though there are no heaters to combat the freezing nights, I have been provided with blankets woven with the pattern of llamas-- LLAMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I started my project at the orphanage yesterday. The set up consists of a few "casitas" where a woman serves as the mother of the kids living in her house. The Aldea de Juan Pablo II is reserved for the children of overly young teenage mothers who are forced to abandon their children. I love working with them; helping with homework, cuddling while watching TV, and painting using my coloring book app on my phone.
My Spanish lessons have been... interesting to say the least. My teacher wants to take me to parties where I can gain experience kissing Peruvian boys, and large parts of class is taken up by her asking me for advice in her romantic endeavors with men from other countries... It begins again, because people keep asking me for relationship advice even though I am "#foreveralone".
I know you want to hear about this, so food! (or maybe you do not care, but this is my blog, after all). While in Peru, I have already  knowingly eaten two things that i do not like: sweet potatoes and avocado. Please do not ask why I dislike them, because I would be unable to explain concisely or in a way that makes any sense whatsoever. Yesterday I had a sandwich made of fried pork, pickled red onions, and sliced cooked sweet potatoes. It was surprisingly delicious, as well as coming from a place close to the Spanish School (that is the literal name of the school). Today I had my first vegan burger, made from quinoa and topped with all kinds of interesting things that I have no name for.  It was delicious, if a little expensive.
Last is a sort of review of my advisor. He is really nice and took me out for a welcome dinner... My host mom privately berated him because he took all the other past volunteers out for heartier, more expensive meals, but he took me for traditional Peruvian doughnuts with honey. Does it look like I'm complaining?
Love,
Elenita
PS: I wanted to write more, but the windows are a little loose and the air is freezing at night here... My host dad says things are transitioning towards becoming even colder soon :(