so white.

At Peruvian parties I feel white. Thankfully I have my fellow volunteers, because then I'm not the only white person who can't dance to salsa :D

I'm tired for the first time in weeks. Strange. Well, not so strange. On Tuesday we spent the night in Cieneguinna, where Rahel and Stefi slept in their tent. When I visited them I realized that their sofa cushions are much more comfy than my bed, which is too soft and i end up sleepin in a hole. Anyhow, I ended up squeezing in between them trying not to wake them (failed at that) at around 10. Then we talked, and little girls can talk. Especially if they ask you questions about your life. Then, I woke up because Rahel was tapping my face. With determination. And whispering "Eliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin wake uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup". It was 3:30. 3:30. After half an hour I convinced her to fall back asleep. Next thing I know is my face is being poked at again, but at 5:30 this time. Haha. My own fault for not learning from previous experiences, but we had a nice cozy tent time, so no real complaints there.
That's why I'm tired. Plus, the fact that I'm sitting here writing this suuhuuuuper interesting blog post instead of going to bed. I'm all about prioritizing, and planning my time well. Mhm.

Goodnight.

*sneak*

I feel like my breathing is louder than usual. We're sneaking around, preparing a surprise birthday party for Tamara, preparing everything downstairs while she is upstairs watching Simpsons with Fabian and Andrea. I'm waiting for the peeps (haha. peeps.) to come with the cake. And if she comes down too early she will KNOW. *looks around the perimeter using my peripheral vision only*

 

 

my sneaking face.

P.A.R.T.Y.