Peru 2014 Index
The internal turbulence finally subsided; I slept in while Rosa did some stuff around the house.
The internal turbulence finally subsided; I slept in while Rosa did some stuff around the house.
Once I was able to
maintain a vertical position, Anabelle and I watched the Tweety Looney Tunes disk, and followed up with
a start to her introduction to the lack of physical laws seen in the world of
Bob Clampett.
Rosa and Abuelita did
yet another market run. With the insane
selection of fresh items available that comes from the climate between
mountains, desert and rain forest, daily market trips continued to be a
requirement.
Abuelita also added some
lucky cats to her collection, bringing the number closer to her lucky owl and
lucky elephant numbers.
On their return, Rosa
made me some bland soup and heated up the left over Tallarin for Anabelle. They both ate the leftover snails. The fact that I remained at the table meant
my stomach had recovered.
Rosa and Anabelle caught a rare big bus back to her beach. They avoided entering the water as it was a precariously high tide following an off shore storm the night before that fishing boats were still missing from. The sea rose all the way to the top portion of the beach, nearly even with the road.
Their planned return to
El Mirador for an early dinner was thwarted by the standard Peruvian (and much
of the rest of the world) practice of having only one large mid-day meal. It
was open from 12:30-4:30. At least it
generated a window of acceptable beach visit times for the rest of the trip.
The Donofrio and other
carts were open however, allowing them to have a snack while listening to the
gazebo piano in the Town Square, or maybe a town square. There are a large amount of road squares down
there, and I don’t think they are limited to one per town. I do know they have many other streets
entering and leaving the squares with a sum total of zero signs and
lights. They’re kind of like an evil
blend of a traffic circle and game of chicken.
They caught a bus home,
unfortunately having to share it with school boys unaware that their backpacks
added extra weight and dimensions to their profiles.
Anabelle and I had
another Jetpack Joyride session when they returned, taking us through the
fourth completion on the trip of this rapidly revealing itself to be just how addictive
little game.
People due to come and pay the rent for Rosa’s grandmother’s old house were scheduled to arrive. Since they were Peruvian, we had a bit of a lull while we waited. Contrary to most of the conversations, the mix of accents and topics shattered my tenuous grasp of Spanish, preventing any chance of my understanding the discussion. The fact that the older woman of the group had some issues and introduced herself to me three times didn’t help my ability to follow along.
They left and Rosa spent some of her own “Mami” time, while we had more Anabelle and Daddy adventures.
We finished the Loony-a-cy
of the Bob Clampet disk, and played a couple rounds of “I’m thinking of
something in Peru.” This was yet another
new take on our typical “I’m thinking of something” game. Basically, it is “Eye
Spy” but you don’t have to actually spy the object. We’re advanced gamers.
At bedtime we worked
through two issues of the Alien Costume saga, as she fell more deeply into the
clutches of comic book universes.
That’s my girl.
Once they were all
asleep, I did a few sit up sets to help stabilize my stomach, and read a few
chapters of Illuminatus to help
destabilize my mind before turning in.
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