My First Wet-Dry Vac

I shall post this post in picture book style. Sank you.

My First Manicure.

Etch this image into your memory, because my hands will probably never be this pretty again. I was a little nervous at first, but it turned out to be rather anticlimactic. In the future I think I will just paint my own nails. Unless I want a pretty design on them, in which case I'm sure my sheeshter would happily paint me some smiley faces. I didn't get a wight color, pawticuwawy because I didn't want my wegs to wook white.

Huacayarararancayacapayac (I'm not so clear on the name)

I think this place was where they used to make human sacrifices. It was basically just an organized pile of handmade bricks from some date a long time ago. No offense, but it was so boring that I even tried to sacrifice myself. It didn't really work though because no one volunteered to chop me up and bury me.

The Dunes (of sand)

This was the funnest (I don't know if that's actually a word or not, but I'm in a really weird phase where I'm forgetting English but still don't know Spanish) thing I've done in Peru so far. The sandboarding itself (basically sledding but on a gigantic sand dune) was overrated, but I liked clumping along the dunes with a very loose seatbelt (I almost flew out of the car a few times) in a Jeep that kept breaking down. Luckily when I shouted "It's wounded, get help!" the Hun army appeared out of nowhere with the necessary tools. Also, luckily, our guide had cell service in the dunes, so he used his phone to chat with his friends as he fixed the engine.

Las Dunas (the hotel)

There was a hotel in Ica called Las Dunas. It had three pools and a waterslide. It was fun. (By the way, this is in the middle of their winter)

Cebiche

A Peruvian dish of raw fish, but drenched in so much lime juice that it apparently kills all the bacteria. I don't know if I believe that, but I ate it and it was delicious and I didn't get sick so therefore I am a fan of Cebiche! (It can also be spelled ceviche, I'm not sure why but my teacher told me that it's better with a b).

All right, I really need to pack for my next trip. I went to some other cool places, and I liked them! (This is my doll, and I like it!). I'll write about them some other day.

And now, for the ice cream report! (sorry, no picture for this one).
I tried a new flavor called Guanayamana. Actually I can't remember what it was called, but it's some type of fruit and it reminds me of Guantanamera. When I ate it I broke into song.