Monday, May 10, 2010

Confessions of a Field Linguist




Laundry
My Peruvian mom said they had a dryer, but really dryer is Peruvian for extra spin cycle on the washer. And I was left pinning up my underwear within view of my Peruvian sister's baby daddy. Furthermore, I was instructed to place a bucket underneath my clothes to collect water for the times when the city turns it off, which has been almost every night.  Since my jeans weren't completely dry, I wore slacks.  But since I wore slacks, that meant I needed to wear heels.

The Heel Formula
Heels + Cobblestone +steep hill +heavy bag with laptop +speeding cars + altitude = very difficult walk to the center of town.


Mondays are universal
My teacher told me today that when you don't like someone you tell them  "I love you like Mondays."  
Despite everything being so different, the breakfast for late night snack called lunch and the llamas that stroll through the street Mondays are the same even in the navel of the world. 









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