We’ve been
in Peru for a long time now—(well actually three weeks or something, but it
feels like a long time). The initial
culture shock and jet lag have worn off and we’re beginning to feel like life
here is more or less “normal.” We’re
used to our kitchen being outdoors, we’re used to wearing our shoes inside, we’re
used to dogs roaming the streets, we’re used to lunch at 1:30 and dinner at
7:30, we’re used to 2+ hour church services, we’re used to catching and riding
Peruvian buses, and we’re used to sleeping under a mosquito net. Our room/apartment-ish thing here now feels
like home—our furniture is where we want it, we have tons of pictures on the
walls, and I can now successfully navigate it in the dark middle of the night without
running in to things.
However,
plenty of things here are still able to surprise, annoy, and/or rankle us
(Courtney hates that word, so now you know it’s David writing this ;-). Things generally not working are one big
source of annoyance—the water is off here about 4 times a day while our water
tank is being refilled, which gets really inconvenient when you need to do
laundry or wash dishes. Lots of lights
don’t work and most of the plastic chairs here are broken in some way. More acutely troubling to us lately has been
the fact that our hot water heater for our shower has been useless for about
half a week now. The Peruvian conception
of time still takes getting used to—a meeting set for 9 simply won’t start til
9:30—and getting someone to stick to a schedule or to behave in a task-oriented
way is like pulling teeth. Frustrating
to me especially is that people very much like to discuss every possible way of
doing something, but almost always just stick with the way it’s always been
done. The fact that a different way
might be more efficient or save time and energy doesn’t carry nearly as much
weight around here as in America.
Oh, and
because I forgot to mention it earlier, we’re (and especially I’m) used to
being dirty. The coal storage facility
next door coats the orphanage like it’s a chimney from a century ago. The leaves are black, the floors are black,
the kids our black, and the insides of our lungs are probably black too. Besides the coal, it turns out that playing
with, holding, and being around kids who roll around in the coal-covered dirt
makes you even more dirty. You just can’t
say no to that cute little dirt-covered kid who wants to be held, but they definitely
leave their mark on you (and Courtney is a pun scrooge, so now you for sure
know it’s me).
Finally, we
eat like Peruvians. Rice, rice, rice,
pasta, and about half a gram of meat a day is their standard fare. Courtney and I supplement it with other food,
like peanut butter, but the other day we realized how much we’d already
changed: We made a trip out to Pizza Hut, and were only able to eat a tad over half
a large pizza between us. Now, this may
sound just fine to those of you not recently graduated from college and/or not
any longer a guy who pretends like his metabolism hasn’t slowed down yet, but
to me half a pizza still sounds like a midnight snack for one, not a meal for
two. However, sometimes we still manage
to eat like Americans. This evening is a
prime example: We cooked a pack of bacon, made five grilled cheeses in the bacon
grease, and then ate it all. That pile
of grease has a warm place in my heart. -D
It sounds like you are adjusting. Continue to keep us informed and keep doing God's work!
ReplyDeletepun scrooge. lol. also: Koreans don't seem to admire efficiency either. It's actually killing me. Slowly, but still.
ReplyDeleteGlad to read your updates! Looks like you guys are adjusting well! It can certainly be frustrating at times but it's more than worth it!
ReplyDeleteYikes to the coal storage facility right next to the orphanage! Do they have increased rates of chronic bronchitis or pulmonary fibrosis around that area? I've read that coal itself is actually well tolerated by the lung but since it's usually inhaled as a mixture of coal, silica, and quartz, it can be strongly inflammatory. I wonder if that's any different since it's a storage facility and not a mine? Any which way, that doesn't sound healthy...
mmmmm bacon grease
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