43 days.

I’m sorry I haven’t blogged in a while. Fetz, I know you were hoping this would happen. But I refuse to let you win. Therefore, I shall make this entry extra funny and awesome! Actually I can’t promise that. But I’ll do my best.

Many, many tales I have to tell! Some of them are tall tales, and therefore I will not waste time posting them because they aren’t even true. Most of the tales, however, are short, just like most Peruvians. I am not yet sure how long I am about to ramble, but if you get bored feel free to stop reading. Chances are I’ll never find out. Unless you decided to tell me, which would just be stupid because that would be unnecessarily insulting to my pride.

If you don’t mind, (not that it would make a difference if you did), I shall list some of my favorite things about Peru thus far:
1. Discotecas.
I continually make a fool of myself due to my horrible dancing non-skills, yet I enjoy discotecas nonetheless. In addition, I am constantly amazed at how well Peruvian men can dance. In an attempt to learn how to move my hips, feet, shoulders, and hands in all different directions at the same time, I plan on taking a salsa class. Also, you should know that I am getting better at staying out later. Last week, I made it all the way to 3:30!
2. Pirated movies.
They are perfect quality, often trilingual, and always very cheap. And the first movie I bought began with an anti-pirating ad, so I knew it was authentically and legitimately pirated (Okay, I’ll stop using the word Pirated now. End of paragraph).
3. Discounts.
(Mother Dearest would be excited, because sometimes things are practically free!). If someone gives you a price, and you don’t like it (which is basically always), if you say, “Can you give me a discount?” they will! It’s just like my father’s theory on credit cards (and I quote) – “You give them a little piece of plastic, they give you free stuff, and then they give the plastic back to you!”

Other update, for those who are interested:
We recently relocated to a new house and the family is lovely. I recommend that my father refrain from visiting me, due to the four dogs in the house. I am learning to get used to sudden loud noises, for I do not wish to embarrass myself by jumping out of my chair every time they begin to yelp. Luckily, there are no electric flushing toilets in this house so I only have to work on conquering one fear at a time.
The food in this house is delicious, and the dinner company always jolly. My bed is warm with several blankets, and there is always an entire bin full of bread in case I should ever find myself hungry. Which is unlikely considering how much I eat here. Fortunately, I prepared myself for the future and bought some stretchy jeans. See how good I am at planning ahead? I still can’t believe Harvard rejected me.

Well, I have plenty more to say but for now I think I will get my beauty rest (not that I need it). Hopefully soon enough I will get my act together and post an entry on our latest trip, with plenty of visuals of course. I hope the suspense doesn’t kill anyone! And Mother, I hope the suspense of this blog isn’t too much for you to handle.