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Un repaso corto de las semanas pasadas

We can find a sense of belonging in the most unlikely places. Last Sunday was “Día de los Padres” here in Peru, as it was in the United States. My host family invited me to join them at a family gathering for Father’s Day. Berta, my house mother, is one of 6 siblings, the youngest I believe. All her siblings but one came, along with their spouses and children. There were probably 15 to 20 people total. They gathered at the house of Berta’s brother, who also lives in Miraflores. Berta’s nephew, Wesley, spoke English very well, but Christy (my house “sister”) told me very sternly that we ought to speak in Spanish because I need the practice. Si, Christy, haré como dices.  Continue reading


Mi primera semana en Lima

I write to you from my modest bedroom in the house that is my home for the next 5 weeks. I am staying with a family of three: Berta & Leo are married, and my parents’ age. Their daughter Christy lives here as well, and works full time. Christy and I are the same age. Their family is almost a mirror of my own. Berta & Leo have a son, older than Christy, who lives in Boston, studying hospitality administration, just like my older brother did.

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First moments in Peru

He decidido: tres años después de la primera vez, todavía me encanta Peru.

(Translation) I have decided: three years after the first time, I still love Peru.

I want to write about everything, but there is so much to say. It feels like I have been here much longer than 4 days. Why is that always the case when traveling abroad?

I want to say one thing first, and that is this. These past four days have reminded me that life is indeed kind. Not always, but not never, either. In fact, sometimes life is kinder than we deserve. That is how these past few days have felt.

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How I remember Peru the first time

I leave for Peru 20 days from today, and I will be there for six weeks. I still don’t have a picture in my mind of what this experience is going to be like. I’m not sure if it’s an advantage or a liability that I’ve been to Peru before. When I went three years ago, it was with two of my closest friends. The trip came in the midst of a difficult season when life, work, and friendships were hard, and I desperately needed to remember the things I like about myself, the things that bring me joy, the things that help me to heal. And my time in Peru gave me that, which is probably the main reason I look back on it with so much nostalgia.

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