Thinking of Summer

I'm thinking of my sister today as she jetted off to one of my favorite countries of all time, Nepal; and I'm just wishing so badly I could've talked to her before she left. I know I'm in Peru and it's great, but I couldn't be more excited for anyone to take a trip anywhere else in the world than I am for my sister to see Nepal. Like honestly. I've told a bunch of people she was going, I feel so passionately people know that I even told someone the full situation of why and where and with who she was going in Spanish, yes, I had a full conversation in Spanish just so someone would know my sister was going to Nepal.

I didn't eat much today, just not hungry, I ate two plain bread rolls and two bread rolls with fried eggs in them, at the "restaurant" where we eat. I also ate some very plain thin cookies, like Maria's brand but different. That's it. All  food looks and smells so gross but I don't feel sick or tired, just sick of my stomach churning. 

Today we jumped a barbed wire/cactus fence to get into an ex military base, for class. Interesting stuff, really fascinating, and down right terrible.

We watched a film this morning and this evening everyone played a game of soccer with the local children. Donkeys followed by women in traditional wear returned to their homes on the land that rose up above the soccer field and the cotton candy sky held up their silhouettes on the mountain side. I can't make this stuff up. 

The people are kind and curious here in Hualla. 

I took a shower today and got semi warm water, woo hoo! 

I can't wait to hear from my big sis how she's liking Nepal and what she's done and seen. Ugh, my heart aches to return, that place changed me.

And as my nerves continue to increase about my big move coming up so shortly here, I keep trying to think of the long run and how much Peru will change me, and how it too will feel like home. How I will have friends and a schedule and plans and projects and to do lists. And how I can go into Cusco on the weekends to do and eat things that make me feel at home. 

I miss home already but I know that's because I left in such a crazy state and not having internet doesn't help. And leaving the perfect weather of Michigan summers with my mom off work and paddle boarding at Kensington and my dogs in the backyard. But life is one big adventure and I'm here to live it to the fullest. I'm so grateful to have so much to miss. 

23/06/17

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