So apparently the soup that Angelita made me yesterday when I was delirious with fever was made from chicken feet. And mysterious lumps and bones. I was wondering why there was only noodles and broth. Sarah divided it up for me because the 3-prong foot/leg (and claws) were glaring out of the ladel in the murky black pot, and she had that much mercy at least, even though she wanted to put the whole foot in my bowl. So there I was, blacking out in the bathroom later on, not even knowing what they fed me. . .
A perfect example of Peru: (if you don't understand, don't worry about it)
-"Arturo's pretty funny."
-"Ya. He probably lives with his mom too.."
-"So does Carlos."
-"Which Carlos?"
-"Probably all of them."
Today we went to the hospital an hour away from Magdalena del Mar, in a much more run down part of Lima. I realized today that in my mind Peru is Lima, just one giant city. I loved putting stickers on little faces today and making crowns and signing Adrian's cast that goes all the way from his feet to his hips. I let one little girl braid my hair and we told the story of David and Goliath, and Dave made a good Goliath. His crash to the floor was especially dramatic and the kids loved it. We sang songs and played games, and talked about Jesus. Time passed so fast and I really hope we can go back there sometime. Time always passes fast when you're with kids. Saying our goodbyes was too fast as well.
A perfect example of Peru: (if you don't understand, don't worry about it)
-"Arturo's pretty funny."
-"Ya. He probably lives with his mom too.."
-"So does Carlos."
-"Which Carlos?"
-"Probably all of them."
Today we went to the hospital an hour away from Magdalena del Mar, in a much more run down part of Lima. I realized today that in my mind Peru is Lima, just one giant city. I loved putting stickers on little faces today and making crowns and signing Adrian's cast that goes all the way from his feet to his hips. I let one little girl braid my hair and we told the story of David and Goliath, and Dave made a good Goliath. His crash to the floor was especially dramatic and the kids loved it. We sang songs and played games, and talked about Jesus. Time passed so fast and I really hope we can go back there sometime. Time always passes fast when you're with kids. Saying our goodbyes was too fast as well.
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