Always Carry A Safety Bag

Nelí, Ian and I were just finishing up lunch when we heard the music and fireworks begin. I innocently poked my head out the door to watch the parade pass by, and Ian and I were subsequently swept away into the dancing throng of our Peruvian neighbors. I barely had time to slip on my shoes.

Family Tree

“Do you have children, Mrs. Amanda?”

“No, not yet. Maybe someday. Mr. Ian and I have one dog, though. His name is Wilson.”

As I continue to write vocabulary on the chalkboard, I decide to add Wilson to my family tree. The children giggle, and then one says:

“Mrs. Amanda, it’s the same here in Perú. Dogs are part of our family, too.”

That kid is getting an A.

The Rain

Forgive me. I wrote a poem.

 

Chocolatadas, Panetón and WiFi – Part Two

So, a few days before Christmas, it was beginning to feel like Christmas. I was stuffed full of Panetón and hot chocolate. We had Christmas music and a little Christmas tree. However, we were experiencing “technical difficulties.”

Chocolatadas, Panetón and WiFi – Part One

It was about a week before Christmas, and it just didn’t feel like Christmas. Maybe it was the lack of busy shopping centers, buy-all-of-these-things-for-your-kid commercials, and ugly Christmas sweater parties. Or, maybe it was that realization that Ian and I wouldn’t see our family and friends for Christmas….