Friday, February 7, 2013

Wednesday:

We had a huge water fight that extended up all 4 flights of our stairs, our garage, our street, and our neighbors. It was so much fun. A cold shower was easier to take once you're already soaked. At lunch we talked about the difference between here and the US. I like it here much better. I don't know how to really explain it. The people are more humble I guess. No one is constantly running around like a chicken with their head cut off in their own selfish busy world. I even live in a big city and it's still different. Family is more important here. I haven't met someone who is divorced yet. People live with their families forever, really. We have family that lives above is, just like many other people in Peru. People work but somehow it's just simpler than in the States. I like it a lot. 

Thursday:

I read the 1st hunger games all day. Literally. Finished it.  Went to dance. Loved it. It was more of a pop dance. Came home. Read.  I took a quick shower after a couple of hours then went to on the long drive to pick up Yanela from the airport. It took us 2 hours even though it is in Lima too. The tragic was horrendous. I got another headache. The exhaust from the trucks does something to me. Those car rides are horrible. I was in the worst mood I've been in in a long time. I guess my medicine was wearing off. I wanted to kill everyone. I was sitting in the back middle seat with Yanela's friend and Grandma on either side of me. I was extremely irritable. Extremely. I wanted to murder someone irritable. Thankfully I don't get like that often. When I finally got out of the car I was thrilled. I walked into the airport and felt like I owned the world. I realized I loved being here, again. I can't speak to anyone, really. I'm in my own world. No friends. No family. Just me. It makes me feel confident and strong not to rely on anyone at all. I love it so much. I keep thinking maybe I will get tired of being alone, but I really don't. I love it. The airport was horrible though. While we were waiting for Yanela not one, but 2 flights from Madeid Spain landed and we got to watch all the happy people hug, kiss, cry, and run to great their friends and family. That was miserable for me. I know it's stupid, but it was just Spain and peoples reactions who hadn't seen eachother in a long time. I felt like it was a reflection of how I'd feel inside. I know I just said I love being alone. Which is true. But it was just strange to here all the people saying "Spain" when asked where they were from. Anyways. That was miserable and I wanted to leave so bad but I just had to stand there. And then there was this little 5 year old boy who wrapped his arms around his brothers neck when he arrive and just hung there. He wouldn't let go of his embrace. Even when the brother stood up to walk. That was torture too. Made me miss Eathyn. THEN this little Peruvian girl rode by in a stroller. Peruvians don't typically remind me of Mari. They are just different. But this one had her hair straighted and had it half up. It was about the same length as Maria's. I was brought back to the time I straightened Mari's hair. It was just all together horrible. I wanted to go home to my house here and hide in my bed. But again, I just had to stand there and wait. We waited for Yanela to come out for 2 hours. I think. There was tons of her friends there and her family, too. She's only been gone about 2 months. It was funny to me. They acted like it'd been a lifetime. Her mom cried. Kids are not as independent here though I don't think. They can't drive until they are 18, so that probably has something to do with it. We all went to McDonald afterwards. I had more fun their. I got out of my horrible mood with some more food in me. I was laughing and having a great time. It's funny. Here they sell buckets of chicken at McDonald's. Peruvians and their chicken!!!  It's so funny. Elvis ordered buckets of chicken and paid for everyone. How funny. The whole experience just didn't feel like a trip to Mcdonalds for sure. 

Friday: Started hunger games 2. Can't put it down either. Doing something with Yanela and her friend who spent the night last night. Yanela is speaking to me in English today.  I don't like it. I will make her stop. Tonight some exchange kid is having a birthday part tonight so me and Barbara are going to go to it.