HPBD
In an attempt to not seem too self-centered I would like to say HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Alright, now that we have that over with, I can get on with what this post is really about…which would be me spending my first birthday outside of the ol’ US of A. That’s right, folks. I am 23 years of age as of today. I’d like to make a big shout-out to the parents, Richard and Pam, for the kindness of bringing me to this earth. You know how people ask you on your birthday if you feel any older? My family always does that. I never really do, of course, but being here in Peru has made me reflect a bit more. Although this day feels no different than the last (besides being back at site instead of celebrating the new year on the beach with 20 other english speakers) my time overall here makes me feel, well, old.
Its not the fact that I am old, but rather the fact that finally I am invested in a job full-time, post-grad which feels like a committment to a new stage of life. Oh, and that engagement or pregnancy announcements from highschool acquaintences are blowing up my news feed. This last year I spent a LOT of time wondering what comes next, but being where I am and working with this community pressures me to reverse that way of thinking and SLOW DOWN. In that regard, I have taken today to celebrate this new fashion of living by doing essentially everything in that manner. Here is a run-down of a birthday in Peru…
5:27 AM- wake up because two of the three kids you live with are screaming outside your room, the sun is up, the air is fresh, and also a donkey is braying in an attempt to drown out the sounds of the crying cat. You attempt to go back to sleep but instead just lie awake and pretend the faunal symphony is your favorite cumbia band playing.
6:43 AM- You finally get out of your sleeping bag and go downstairs to use the latrine. ‘Happy Birthday ‘ you say to yourself as you acknowledge beginning your 23rd year with having diarrhea in a hole in a foreign country.
7:15 AM- Make a DANK egg sandwich for breakfast (which would be considered extremely mediocre in the US, but you dona’t care, its a breffast sammy) and use the rest of your precious coffee grounds to make a yummy brew in your french press.
7:17 AM- You go to press the coffee and the apparatus breaks. You almost cry, not knowing that karma will relieve the situation at 12:13 PM, but decide to be happy with coffee that contains a few grounds.
8:00 AM- Visit the new mayor’s office to ensure a primo workspace before they get everything organized. By arriving promptly (and knowing everybody else will be late) your proposition is accepted and BAM you got an official desk with the gov’ment. *You also had to wait 45 mins to have this conversation with the mayor.
10:53 AM- Return to the municipality for your meeting at ‘eleven sharp’ so as to go on a tour of the nearby Pre-Incan ruins that your mayor wants to show you. You get in the car with him twenty minutes later and he drives you to a house where you have potato soup. After the soup he asks if you can quickly return to the municipality. You did not visit the ruins
12:01 PM- Mayor apologizes for making you wait so long, but as it’s his first week in office you are understanding. You say you have a meeting to avoid eating 3 pounds of rice and potatoes with him for lunch, and instead he gives you coffee (black! Precious black coffee!!). You leave promptly under previously stated pretenses.
2:30 PM- Indulge in the internet cafe! After a quick stop at home to eat the dark chocolate you have hoarded since your parents sent it in a christmas package you relax in the darkness of a small booth while writing this post in English with 5 Peruvian prea-teens looking over your shoulder.
So, dear reader, as you can see, up to this point I have been ‘going with the flow’ and really enjoying my day. It might not be full of grand celebrations, loved friends, and ritzy cocktails, but its pretty damn nice. I even treated myself to some dried figs from the market ( I. Love. Figs.)
Until next blog I’ll let time keep on keepin’ on.
Happy 2015.