Day 2

Blog Monday 24th of June

If our first day was an adventure, then our first night was an expedition to the moon in a rocket! First, you guys need to understand that we are 5 girls in the same room, which happens to be as large as the inside of a Toyota Sienna. Charles, being the only alpha male and the “administrator” of the group, gets his own room, which is the same size as ours. Pure injustice. On top of that, we happen to have in our beautiful a somnambulist, a sleep talker and a first class commenter. All of these manifested their qualities the first night. After a singing contest of about 1 hour and a never-tell game for what CLEARLY seemed to be an eternity for Stefy, we went to sleep at 11 only to wake up for the first time at 1h30.  Indeed, Karol woke up randomly to see Sophie sitting on the side of her bar-less top bunk bed swinging her legs unresponsively. Before Karol even had the time to talk, Sophie JUMPED from the bed in the most floppy way ever (floppier than a worm). Fortunately, Karol used her ninja skills and caught her before she seriously injured her head on the floor. As soon as her hands touched Sophie, this last SCREAM FOR MURDER and woke up the rest of the room, except Melanie, sleeping in the bed right underneath. We went back to sleep to be awaken 2 hours later by the train which Laura described in details. We were woken up again at 4h by the train coming and scaring off Sophie, who jumped AGAIN  from the bed and continued running out of the locked room. Karol ran after her and brought her back to sleep. We later realized that Sophie was escaping from the train which was coming into the room apparently. Melanie was STILL sleeping. However, a few hours later, Melanie told Karol, still awake, an incomprehensible story in a foreign dream language. The next time we woke up is at 5h40 when the third train passed. We talked about our “peripeties” and Stefy could not stop laughing for at least 10 minutes until Melanie finally woke up to order us to sleep. The rest of the night was peaceful.

The day, however, was less unexpected. We went on a tour of the Hogar early in the morning. After the mass for Saint-John the Baptist, we left with Hermano Aleo, Mario and Senor Manga (the same driver) to visit all the realizations of the missionaries’ congregation, funded by Pere Menard. Then, we had Juanes for dinner, which is rice in chicken cooked in huge leaves. All of a sudden during the meal, Stefy starts crying extensively while turning red. After she got back feeling in her tongue, she told us that she ate three chili peppers in ONE bite without knowing. Later, we went on a tour of the catholic school and we were cat-called (cruiser) by a lovely 7 YEAR OLD student during his gym class. The whole class later posed for us and went crazy. One of the kids almost got trampled over by the other boys. Later in Lima, all the boys kept staring at Laura, with their mouth wide open drooling, which was awkward. AND SCARY. We were able to escape and went grocery shopping in Chosica. We were more excited than children in Toys’R’Us. We bought enough things to keep a family alive for at least two months. What we did not realize is that we had to carry all the yellow bags including Stefy’s pillows in a microbus (when I say micro, I mean bacteria size – seriously, it was a van) filled with at least 30 people (NOT even exaggerating). The whole way, we got stared at. Maybe it was because we were playing musical chairs? Or was it the French/English yelling? Or the clearly stressed Laura, who we would obviously leave behind? Thank God we had Aleo with us. We got home, made supper (fancy sandwiches), Melanie almost tripped by fear of being assaulted, sang, ... Well, again, the night is still young, especially with our roommates. Stay tuned to discover with us what surprises tonight holds for us!

In the bus! :)