A week ago today, I arrived in my site a bit disoriented, overwhelmed and tired. I knew only my family and my socio and a few random people I met during site visit, or rather, they knew me. I couldn’t tell you their name or role in the community. I lugged all my stuff into my room, looked around, sat on my bed and cried. I was overwhelmed with thoughts of “what the hell have I gotten myself into?!?” and a release of adrenaline that had been building up all week. Today I came back from a night in Chiclayo, our capital city and as I was walking the few blocks to my house was greeted by name by no less than 5 people. I can place these people now, though I might still not know their name, I can tell you where they fit in the community. It put a big smile on my face to know that in one short week I have become more of a familiar face. I still have a long way to go as I still get stares and whistles even (Sunday is drinking circle day which makes that even worse) but people here know me. It’s becoming home, slowly but surely. My family is absolutely amazing. We get along great and already have various inside jokes. They miraculously get my sense of humor even through my jumbled Spanish and put up with my less than cheery morning self. It was hard to leave my Lima family, the wonderful Quispes, but the pain was eased by being welcomed into such a great family here in Lambayeque.
Monday was a really awkward day. I didn’t know what to do with myself and was still feeling very overwhelmed. I also was rather entrenched in a lovely cold I brought with my from Lima (I guess that is what a week of stress and then going out until 5am does to your immune system!) I decided that Monday would be one day. My one day to mope to do nothing and be more or less antisocial. Tuesday I would get up and go. Do SOMETHING. Well, since Tuesday I’ve been fairly busy. I’ve been going to various meetings with parents, students, female community leaders and even was invited to a regional meeting in Chiclayo with the president of a national NGO is that is starting to work with youth in my area. Monday I think I’m helping to weigh and measure students as part of a physical and psychological check that my socio is working on. This week I want to start meeting with different school directors and get working on my community diagnostic. I also want to identify a school and group of kids with whom I can work on the World Map Project. I think I might also spend some time reading in the park and putting my face out there.

I am indescribably happy. My site isn’t gorgeous like Ancash or Cajamarca (do a google picture search to see some of the beauty my fellow PCVs are living in) but it has its charm. The road through the caserios (farms) at sunset is amazing. You’re surrounded by sugar cane and corn fields with mountains off in the distance, a slight breeze blowing and a gorgeous orangey-pink sky. If you look close you might even catch a glimpse of some pretty birds hanging out in the fields. I am living and working with people who are passionate about their work, who realize the potential of their community and are working to better it. I walk around town and a big wave of contentment hits me- how lucky I am to be living the life I am, to be sharing it with amazing people, and to be able to do a little bit of good in the process.

Now for some funny anecdotes from this past week.
A girl I met once just showed up at my door with her English homework asking me to help her. She came again the next day, this time with 3 friends. Those 2 hours each day were so much fun.
- I won Tupperware at a meeting the other day.
- At the same meeting, I watched 30 women participate in communal cry therapy. Two of them were nursing children while crying. I was the only one that thought there was anything odd about this.
- I ate an amazing plate of chicken and French fries. For about $1.25.
- In another meeting- Escuela de Padres- Parents School- I was simultaneously hugged by 15 women. I had various heads in places that women’s heads should not go.
- A man danced to Michael Jackson’s “Billy Jean” at a festival in honor of Saint Rosa of Lima. There was another man, very drunk man, dancing on his knees and on the floor.
- I ate Cuy for the first time today! It was yummy, a bit tough and chewy, but more or less tastes like chicken. It’s a lot of work to eat though.
- I have discovered that it seems that many Peruvians have an unreal obsession with Michael Jackson, especially the song “Thriller”. I have discovered that PCVs (at least from my group) enjoy feeding into this obsession and I think it has rubbed off on a few.
- Also, cheesy America’s Funniest Home Videos type clips, especially those that come from Japan or involve bodily harm, are very popular. It is also acceptable to show said clips for nearly 1 hour while waiting for a meeting to start. I now know how to be prepared!

Photos in the next post. They take forever to load. I miss everyone a ton but and really enjoying myself here.