Monday, May 14, 2012

First day of school

Today was the first day of school. I finally figured out how to make the hot water work! I am so happy. After my shower I was finished gettign ready before Nikita and went down to breakfast first. Carola is obsessed with India, she is in love with Nikita. Every time she calls us for food it's always "NIKITA!", not Marcia. When I arrive downstairs, Carola asks me where Nikita is and I tell her she is upstairs still. Then nothing. Complete silence. I get my bread with cheese and jelly. I make my tea. I watch TV. Nikita gets downstairs, Carola lavishes her with conversation. Too bad I am not Indian. Haha Oh well, we left for school. 4 hours of class is killer. Not ready for that. After class was done we went home and I ate some chicken in sauce thing. It was pretty good for chicken. We had to go to the Market for a project and talk with the vendors about their products. My topic was root vegetables. My partner and I adventured out to speak with some Peruvians. It was terrible, they noticed we were just trying to talk to them, so they would either stop talking or be short with us. I asked how to prepare a certain type of root for eating and someone answered "You eat it." One lady just turned around while we were talking with her. Awkward. Finally we found someone who wanted to talk but it was all where are you from, are you married, how many siblings do you have, what are you doing here, etc. I was just like "Potatoes?". She thought it was so strange that I wasn't married and only had one brother. Also she thought I was 30... She said it was because I was so mature compared to Peruvian girls, probably just look OLDDDDD. I feel old anyways, so I guess I look it too. After that I went to the college and tried to work on my project to no avail since Nikita needed to go home and I didn't want her to go alone. We had some failed attempts at internet, but our host mom is getting it for us thankfully. Right now I should be doing my project, so I have to go!

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