We're home from seminary for the weekend with two friends (Americans from Lima) in tow. It's been a glorious weekend. We spent all day yesterday at the beach, reading, dipping into the refreshing Pacific water, and savoring beach-hut ceviche with our toes in the sand. As the sun came low over the water at 4 or 5, there was a magical glow to the place.
Last night we went out to Barranca to celebrate Pisco Sour Day and honor Peru's national cocktail. We ended up in a 70s style hotel bar, which set the tone for a series of rather surreal moments.
The whole day was made infinitely more fun by the fact that we had someone else to share it with. So much fun, in fact, that it left me a little sad, too, remembering what it feels like hang out with friends-- slow dinners and dinner parties, playing spades and Cranium, happy hour at Cantina or lingering at Foskoskies. We miss you guys.
Tonight we're back to Lima to start week 2 of 4. I'm hoping this week we'll be a little more adjusted and less frantically rushed. We'll see. Honestly the work load is not that bad for us (1 or 2 hours per day?) but the other guys are struggling. Our job this month is to support them in their learning, and it keeps us busy most of the hours we're not in class.
PS- My dad came and went in a whirlwind and is now safely home in Turkey again. It was a great visit and I miss him already.
