Tomorrow is our last day together as a group. I suppose we have now been sufficiently oriented to the life and times of Peru. While I am learning and seeing new things everyday, particular things are gradually becoming familer to me:
our breakfast of bread and jam-sometimes with cheese or bologna
greeting everyone in the room with a kiss on the cheek
the look and feel of the sol as currency
my confusion as I attempt to communicate with my family, taxi drivers, shopkeepers
rice at every meal
the size of the meals
my bus route
dogs everywhere, even on the roofs
traffic everywhere, even on the roofs
the faces of the six other volunteers who have rapidly become support and comfort
mountains looming in the sky line
smog and exhaust of cars and buses
the group of guys with dice on the corner near my house at night and singing to myself I got your horse right here...
the old man sitting outside the corner store in the morning
looking in the mirror and remembering I am a brunette
coming home to Andrea calling Hermana Kori Hermana Kori
always carrying toliet paper with me
and the fact that my shoes squeek when I walk around the house.