Around one, I was picked up by Rotarians to take me to my first club meeting. On the drive there, I began to realize how much I have missed the rude driving where everyone is 5 inches from the next car and if your hand is farther than 5 inches from your car horn, well then, you're not a Latin American driver, the vibrant walls and unique doors and the way each building looks nothing like the last.
The food in Peru is exquisite and the Rotary lunch was no exception. We had the meeting and then went outside where the sun was shining to eat and talk. I must say, I obviously struggle with my Spanish, but I am proud of the amount that I say which is actually understood.
|Left: The girl going to the US|
Right: Another American student
Of course, I'm tired and can't sleep, but I am certain that will catch up with me. It's been quite the day.