No Entiendo

So we finally made it to Cusco as of around 7:30am this morning (Saturday, July 28th) after leaving newfoundland 7am yesterday and having an 8hr stopover with the lovely Sina Selahi who was nice enough to drive us around and bring us for arbitrary foods (because why not have your last two meals in Canada be Peruvian and Mongolian? lol). The flights were fine, although Air Canada stiffed us out of our bits n bites on our first flight which was not cool since I was starving but whatever! The second Air Canada flight had a really nice flight attendant guy from Toronto who gave me a mini bottle of wine and a huge glass of rum for free... and the people with TACA gave us some kind of bread-cheese object with coffee and peach juice.

Since we´ve been here we´ve realized that not knowing fluent Spanish is a MAJOR detriment as everyone and their dog speaks that and no english. Speaking of dogs, Cusco is apparently homeless-dog capital of the world! the dog count of strays I saw since we got here was, I believe, 22. The most amazing coincidence was that at the place we´re staying the owner has a dalmation living here... who is pretty much the coolest and best dog i´ve met in quite a while. He just comes over to where youre sitting and puts his head on you shoulder and just sits there hangin´out like a baller.

Daniel and I are staying in a homestay, meaning we are on the outskirts of Cusco living at a very nice lady´s family house with a few other volunteers (mostly from the US from what I can gather). We have our own room, which is amazing, although we cant lock the door because apparently we dont have the key (a fact that we didnt know until after we locked it and were stuck outside in the living quarters for 4-5hrs waiting for the lady who owns the plac eto come home and let our sorry tired asses back in).

We almost died on the way to Maximo Nivel which was a sketchy welcome but the lady who picked us up was nice. We had to run acorss the street to get to the building in which Maximo Nivel is based out of, but unfortunately for us while we were in the middle of the street (there was a little 1-foot wide cement wall between the traffic) two buses decided to hover past like two bats out of hell so we had to get onto the cement wall )like 2feet tall MAYBE) and think-thin so to speak... one bus gave us a little ´toot toot!´which sounded way more friendly than it needed to, given the dire circumstances but whatever we made it so nbd (no big deal).

We slept for a while after getting dropped off since we havent had a chance to do so in two days. The three hour sleep was pretty rough and tumble thanks to (I imagine) the malaria pills (malarone) and their crazy dreams.  But once we got up there was a really nice lady downstairs who spoke absolutely no english but was there to help us with the kitchen! Yayyyyyy..... thus the name of this post.
´hola!´
hóla!´
´´¿tu come?¨
´No... bebe....?´
áqui!
¨...¨(stares at random tap water envisioning the worst kinds of bathroom antics to ensue) ¨...no.... ahh.....botella?¨
¨Caliente!¨ (points to tea kettle)
¨sigh............. Si.¨... yeah, whatever give me some tea who cares.
¨¿COME?¨
¨no no......¨
¨Muchos????¨
¨.....no....ah....umm..... (makes hand gesture for very little)¨
¨Nods voraciously.... then gives me a massive jesus bowl of Yellow something¨
¨.....gracias?¨

Anyway then there was a dalmation so everything went to the wayside.

Suppers ready so we havce to head down..... ¿more later?


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