¡Escapó mi cuy!

So, yesterday on the bus ride to Arin, where Kanchay Wasi is, Aja (another awesome volunteer) pointed out to me this lady that had a box full of chicks. Then, before we got a look at what was in her husband's box, this traditionally-dressed guy started yelling "¡Escapó mi cuy! ¡Escapó mi cuy! ¡Baja!" (which is, for those of you none-spanish speakers, "My guinea pig escaped! My guinea pig escaped! Stop!"). Everybody was boarding the bus and this guy was on the ground searching for 2 guinea between everybody's feet. Aja and I were dying. There were a couple smiles scattered throughout the bus, but for the most part, aside from us gringas cracking-up, it seemed to be taken as pretty normal. I think that made it even funnier. To fill you guys in a bit, guinea pig is a delicacy here. I haven't had it, but I've heard it's amazing. But. That experience pretty much made my day.

Ohhh yeah. And mine and Chris's dinner on Tuesday (we had quite a bit of help) turned out amazing. =] We were excited. Some chicken-ish salad, soup, and some veggies. Totally Peruvian dish.

My little track thing has been going alright but a few things have happened that could have been better. There's supposed to be practice in the mornings at 8 and afternoons at 3, with different kids. The morning one's have been small, because of the fiesta, and Monday and Tuesday, I went to the track for the afternoon one's and no-one showed up, not even the trainer. I talked to Sarah (staff) about it and she gave Hector (trainer) a call, and he said they moved practice. Different stadium, an hour later. Haha. I'm going today and we'll see how that goes. He obviously didn't miss me too much. Hmm.

THEN. Today. The morning one's been sweet but today, a ton more kids showed up since the fiesta is over. Like, it's been around 5 kids, and today it was like 20-25 or something. I was kind of excited and I was talking to Lucillo, the morning coach (who I still can't understand) and I guess he said he was going to grab something. I think I kinda got that part. I have this problem of just saying "si" a lot, even when I don't really understand, and I did it with him. So he left. For like 20 minutes. I really didn't know when he was coming back but one of the girls told me soon. I tried to get the kids to do a few warm-up laps and some stretching and about a third of them did it with me. The kids I have seen a few times, and a couple others. It sucked. Lol. I felt like one of those substitute teachers that no-one listened to. It's totally understandable though. I mean, I'm a gringa, who half of them have never seen, and I speak little, broken spanish. I was so helpless. Once Lucillo got back I laughed with him about how the kids didn't care to listen, and then it was fine. We ran. I think I gained a little respect by kicking their butts in some sprinting. I still can't do anything longer than 200 without breathing pretty hard. It's pathetic. Then they messed around with the shot-put and jumping. I was showing some kid how to shot-put which was really funny because I've never done it. But it got better. I hope eventually I can gain their respect.

Later, at my Spanish class we wanted to do class outside. We had to set up this tent/canopy thing over the table so we didn't die in the sun and it was hilarious. There were 3 spanish speakers and two of us volunteers trying to put it up. It was really confusing and kept falling all over and it was just really funny. A lot of laughing.

Now, I have to go eat. My family is going to the clinic in Cusco to check out Martha's baby problems and something with Vale too, I didn't quite catch on. I have to go to my aunt's (?) restaurant to eat by myself. I'm not supposed to pay but I'm really not sure how it'll work out because of the language stuff and I've only met that family once-ish. Should be fun.

Gotta go for now though. Hasta luego!