Okay, we don’t technically have a place yet. Our friends down here are letting us use an extra room that they have in their departemento (i.e. apartment). We are very grateful to have a place to be for this intro stage of being in Perú. It’s nice to be staying with people who are getting to know the area like the locals know it instead of staying with people (or a hotel or Airbnb) who might just try to give us a great tourist experience.
We got in late Wednesday night and, aside from getting a tour of our friends house and chatting for a bit, we basically went straight to our room to settle in for the night.
Our friends have been brushing their teeth out of the faucet, so we decided to try it as well. It’s been three days and all seems well. Granted, I’ve heard it takes a good week for a parasite to make itself known, but our friends have been here ten days without problems. A parasite would just be a rough way to cleanse our intestines of American crap so we said what the heck. (Of course, we might regret our decision in a week or so. We’ll keep you posted.)
Then, we went through some things in our suitcase. After reaching around a bit I noticed that the top few pieces of clothing in each pile in my suitcase were wet. I pulled them out and hung them up on various items around the room. Bear pointed out that nothing in my suitcase that could have been damaged by water was actually wet so that was a blessing.
We’re trying not to unpack too much since we’ll hopefully have a departemento of our own in the next week or so. We organized a few essential things out on this shelf-type-thing, like bathroom stuff and essential oils. We also set up our humidifier and our essential oil diffuser – nothing like falling alseep with lavender and wild orange enveloping the room. (No, this is not a sales pitch. I just love essential oils.)
Since our lives will be vastly simplified down in Perú, we’re trying to develop some new habits, like reading together before bed, so we did that. We prayed together, and then we killed the lights.
This should all feel so surreal, but it doesn’t. It feels like it was always just going to happen.
Good night, Arequipa.