Cajarmaca

I miss spell check...

I didn´t bother sleeping before my flight to Lima. Some friends from shcool and I went out for dinner and then some dancing, oh and of course a little drinking too. We had fun but when 4:00am rolled around I had to rush back to Carmen´s (the lady who I was staying with) to finnish packing and throw myself in a cab.

Going through customs was pretty relaxed. I ended up with a ton of spare time. I bought 4 bottles of Chilain wine, which put me over in weight for my next flight and cost me an extra $20. But hey, it´s Chilain wine. My whole time in Santiago I did not have a single glass of wine that was not great. The food was amazing too. I will have to put another entry in about the food and wine and also more about Val Parisa.

After finding my gate I went to the vip lounge and checked my email and facebook then ended up just napping until it was time to get on the plane. Then I slept all the way to Lima. It was pretty uneventful from the time I got in the cab until I arrived in Cajarmaca.

There was a driver from Volunteer Adventures holding a sign that said ´Jennifer Write,´ I thought that was funny. he took me to my hotel and told me that he would be back to get me at 5:3am, eww. Mornings are not my favorite.

I stayed in Mira Flores in Lima. It is a beautiful area. I met a guy from Polland who is working as a guide in Lima. He showed me an adorable little area with a bunch of shops and resturants over looking the cliffs and the ocean. I had some food and wine there in the evening and called it an early night.

5:30 came and so did my driver. At the ariport I got to play a little game I like to call shuffle all the shite in my bags. Weee what fun, not really. I was over 20 kil, and had to stuff a bunch of shoes and laundry in my carry on. It was kind of a gong show. But I only had to pay $20 so,whatever.

After a beatiful flight over the mountains in Peru I arrived here and instanly met another Canadian, and not only a Canadian, but a Canadian who is from Grand Prarie and happens to the Brunham boys. The Brunhams lived a few streets down from us while I ws growing up in Peace River. We used to all go to youth group toghether. Crazy huh? Anyway, This other Canadian is visiting his great anunt who also happens to be a nun here.

After wishing my fellow Canadian Well I left the baggage area and was welcomed by another sign reading ´Jennifer Write´ only this time it was held by a pretty Puruvian lady about my age, Felisita(may not be correct spelling). She took me to my homestay where we met Juan, on of the other coordinters. My home stay people where not home. We waited a while with my giagantic pile of bags until Juan suggested we go to the office and wait. And that we did.

At the office Juan explaind that for the first week I would be the only volunteer here so it would be best to do my city work fists then go do the planting and building when the other two volunteers get here in two weeks. One week from now an Austrailian med. student will be here so I wont be alone for long.

Oh did I mention that they thought I was American and my name was Jenny? I straightned that out. On lady is still calling me Jenny, but whatever.

Last night I went out for dinner with Vicky and Andy, two volunteers from Scotland Who are unfortunatly leaving today. Very sweet people. I wish they were staying on longer. We went to this interesting little place with no electricity. Oil lamps for light, that was it. The owner and some of his friends played a varity of Soulth American music on guitars, drums, flutes and a mini-guitar thing. Really neat.

I will catch up on the Val Pariso and food and wine bit soon, and my increadibly sad good bye at the orphange. Yes, I cried.

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