Probably my least favorite day in Peru to date. It started off with discovering that Sonia had felt at liberty to take my hair brush from my shelf in my room and borrow it, maybe thinking that I wouldn't discover the different hair in my brush. (Elsa's going to talk to her about it next time she's here). It left me questioning what else she felt like she could use -- my deodorant? My toothbrush? And that wasn't even the worst part of my day. Class went well, but on the bus ride back, I was sitting in a seat right behind the door of the bus which is guarded by the guy who collects the pasaje. Well, a guy wanted to get on illegally in the middle of the road, the guy at the door wouldn't let him, so the frustrated guy spat on the guy on the bus through the open window. Alllll over my face. No joke. I'm glad my mouth wasn't open.
I went home and discovered that the Internet hadn't functioned since the electrician had worked on the telephone lines, and I wanted to talk to Steve before he left for Europe for two weeks. The electrician couldn't undo what he had done. Meredith and I got lunch and then went to the Indian market (lots of alpaca and souvenirs with very pushy vendors). And then I went to the English class with David Block. It went really well, and I was able to contribute a little more. I wrote out the lyrics to U2's "Where the Streets Have No Name" on the board and we listened to the song and discussed it in the intermediate/advanced class. And then Dave let me borrow his Vonage phone to call Steve. The day ended much better than it began.
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