The middle continued!

Iʼve been here for one month..wow that is really crazy to believe. Glory be to the Father

that I feel so comfortable here and have been able to adjust to the culture and somewhat to the language. It seems like Iʼve been here for much longer than just one month and I absoultely canʼt wait to see what the next month brings!

Mom emailed me a list of questions that you have been asking her. So I thought I would tell you a little about life here in Peru. Itʼs a much slower culture, many times we have been late for church or take our time getting to gathers. That is late on American culture, but within this culture itʼs acceptable and sometimes expected to not be so punctual. The other part of that is that events donʼt start on time so to arrive late is to arrive when the event is actually starting. Itʼs hot, but not scorching. The short rain showers in most afternoons brings a refreshing breeze through the house. Iʼve become so accustom to the weather that I think the air-conditioning will freeze me out of my house. :) Most every meal here includes rice, chicken, and salt. Even the Peruvians like eating rice for breakfast. One of my favorite meals so far has been Lomo Saltado. It includes french fries, beef or chicken, tomatoes, and rice. Most houses are very small with little furniture. Our house is all cement and has no glass windows. Actually thinking about it, I have seen only a few houses with windows and those are usually the more ritzy houses. It is more longer than it is wide. At least once during the day the water shuts off, so we have a big bucket always full of water. We also use this bucket for showers (which are always cold, and very refreshing) as the water pressure is practically nothing. Cooking comes from a stove top, or something that is boughten for a street vender. It is almost cheaper or the same price to buy from a street shop. These street shops are usually peopleʼs homes where the women cook all day to make a supper to sell to people. You can eat there or take it to go. A brother from the church has a place like this that we have gone to eat many times, and it is probably my favorite place to go eat. Also because they have a parrot that laughs and makes me laugh so hard that I almost cry. Our transportation around town is by motorcars or motorcycles (the crochrocket type, not harleys). Itʼs a three wheel, half of a motorcycle connected to a type of cushioned bench with a roof over the top. Itʼs very breezy, and I love it so much I can hardly think of what itʼll be like to be in a car again.