La Selva

I don’t even know how to write a description of our Amazon trip that can do it justice.

The trip was absolutely the most amazing thing I have ever done. We flew from Lima to Iquitos, then travelled four hours by car and boat to arrive in Puerto Miguel, a small village on the Amazon. I really didn’t feel like a tourist on this trip (something I am so happy to say) because every day was full of adventures and you never knew what was coming up around the corner.

Our guide, Gumer, was passionate about finding animals to show us and telling us all about life in the Amazon. We learned which trees and plants are used for medicinal purposes, and which are covered in poisonous spines. He showed us different ants and bugs, the ones that bite, and the ones that just carry leaves in single file to the mother lode all day. We found and caught caimanes of various sizes in rivers and lagoons. We found a snake that was relatively harmless, but we also ran into a deadly coral snake and a massive anaconda. Gumer didn’t hesitate to catch both of them and ask if we wanted to hold them. We fed monkeys oranges and bananas. Gumer took us to a tree that is home to night monkeys so territorial they attack people sometimes (!). He proceeded to yell, whistle, and hit the tree with his machete until they woke up from their nap and peered down at us.

400 year old “wimba” tree
Post-swimming in the Amazon
Butterfly larva

BFF’s
Pedro was hungry.
Anaconda
Katie Anne and her constrictor.
Bioribel makes a friend.
Tarantula!
Caiman!
Gumer and the piranhas we caught!

Needless to say, there is hardly any other place on earth that crawls with so much life in such concentration. Walking through the woods or boating along the river, life was everywhere. Trees and palms competing for light in strange shapes with huge foliage, mysterious bubbles coming up to the surface in the muddy water, bugs absolutely infinite and everywhere.

Photo credit to Katie Anne and her photo skills

Right before we left the lodge for the last time to return to Lima, Gumer explained the role of tourism in his community. Since there isn’t much governmental presence in la selva, it is up to residents to protect their land and wildlife from exploitation and poaching. Tourism brings money to these communities, so that inhabitants are able to preserve nature and community traditions. I hope that this system truly works for the benefit of these communities, and that tourism continues to serve them well.

Puerto Miguel
Learning how to play “Caracol” in Puerto Miguel

Nauta
Curuhuinsi Lodge
Curuhuinsi Lodge

Thank you to Gumer, everyone at Curuhuinsi Lodge, and Patty, our Program Coordinator!

The Ultimate Road Trip

I have always loved road trips so much, where conversations stretch over hours, where all sense of time seems suspended, where the familiar sound of tires speeding down the highway hums continuously, where you never know what you’ll discover at the next stop. Our two day trip to Huancaya and Laraos was by far the coolest road trip I can remember. The first pit stop turned into a white-water rafting excursion, barreling down the river between two sets of mountains and the houses on either side. The sun beat down and balanced out the freezing green water. It was so clear you could see all the rocks coming up ahead. The air in la sierra was so different from Lima’s humidity and pollution; it was dry and clear and smelled smoky, dusty, and a little sweet.

Through all the hours in the car that weekend, it was hard for me to peel my eyes away from the window. The color scheme was always uniform: yellow and pale green mountains, low deep-green trees, dusty unpaved roads, bright blue sky. I have never seen mountains sitting so close together and so steep and towering, at least as high as any skyscraper in NYC.

This was the weekend of Fiestas Patrias and the Peruvian independence day, 28 de julio. Every town we drove by was doing something to celebrate: playing music, red and white banners and flags everywhere, families together, eating outside, having parties, people making speeches on microphones.

The highlight for me was our stay in a small town called Laraos, tucked so far up and into the mountains it was quite difficult to get there by car. We had to get out of the van so that the driver could make it up the last stretch of hill. Even considering the separation from valleys and towns below, I was still surprised how well-preserved their lifestyle and culture are.

Our guide, Tio, walked us through his town, explaining all the traditions. Families build their own houses with plaques marked “feliz hogar,” something like “happy home” in English. It really amazed me that every single person we passed on the streets recognized that we were tourists (one way or another) and said “buenos días” with a smile or a nod.

The kids were practicing a choreographed dance at their school for the town’s Fiestas Patrias celebration the next day. Out of nowhere a line of cows ventured onto the basketball court, right in the middle of the dance. Everyone scattered and screamed and one calf slipped on his little spindly legs.

Tio told us stories about spirits he had seen in his life under the stars as we sat around a bonfire that night. I have never seen stars so bright and so innumerous. I brought the Holy Trinity of ingredients from Lima to make s’mores. He didn’t really understand why s’mores were a thing, or how to eat it, but said he liked it.

Laraos at sunset

Que bonita, Huancaya
Fiestas Patrias at Laraos
Trucha frita (fried trout- suuuuper fresh) with chicha morada (purple corn and spice drink). Yum.

Luckily our driver knew what he was doing.

Thank you to Tio, all of Laraos, Casa Hospedaje Katita for a great stay, and Vicky for a great tour!

Lima Lima Lima

Busiest two weeks ever. We have gone to Barranco, Parque del Amor, Costa Verde, El Museo Nacional de Antropología, Arqueología e Historia del Perú, Plaza de Armas, the catacombs of the Monastery San Francisco, Catedral de Lima, Chorillos, a soccer game at Estadio Nacional, and the LUM museum. We have done so many things so far as part of our orientation with EdOdyssey all while learning Spanish in the mornings at El Sol Language School.

View from El Puente de los Suspiros in Barranco, Lima.
Barranco
Barranco
Convento de San Francisco
Mercado Surquillo
Centro de Lima
Catedral de Lima
Chorillos
Costa de Lima

Of all these new things in the last two weeks – unfamiliar fruits and vegetables, awesome foods, traditions, chaotic public transportation, social norms, city navigation, new people – the most amazing to me was Pamplona Alta, a lower income district in Lima.

We visited a community there to help them build stairs. On the drive there, the stark contrast with all the other neighborhoods of Lima I have seen was immediately visible. There is hardly any infrastructure and, although pretty close to the rest of Lima, set in towering hills that are dusty and dry this time of year. We walked up the hill on the same path that residents walk every day to and from work. To our backs was a sprawling, impossibly beautiful view of the city below. The sun was out, and amazingly the air was full of sounds of dogs barking in the distance, cars honking (always), yelling, clanking, everything. But from the height we had reached, it was pretty much silent except for the occasional noises of people in their homes.

Needless to say, the walk was more of a crawl for us and we arrived sweaty and sunburned. I am sure the community was amused to see gringos struggle up the hill so ungracefully. We spent the day with the residents mixing cement, passing buckets of water and cement up the hill assembly line-style, and laying down the cement. We couldn’t finish the staircase because there was not enough water to splash between the rocks and cement layers. We are planning on returning soon to finish the stairs.

We ate some bread from the Sierra, drank Inka Cola, chatted, and played Tutti Frutti. It’s a game you usually play on paper, but we didn’t need it to have a good time: you start with a letter of the alphabet and a certain category (name, color, food, etc) and you go around the circle, each person coming up with a different word. I got my butt kicked with my strictly limited Spanish vocabulary and I was shown no mercy.

It was such a beautiful beautiful day that it’s hard to describe. We’re hoping to return soon and to continue to have a relationship with those families and help them in some way if we can.

I can’t believe how much has happened and there’s still a lot to look forward to before classes at the university, PUCP, start. We’re spending this 28 de julio (Peruvian independence day) weekend in Huancaya. More on that soon!

Hasta luego,

Margaret

(various photo credits to all my Peruanas Cheveres: Bioribel, Maria Claudia, Mattie, Katie Anne, Tessa, Katherine)

11 days!

I leave for Perú in ELEVEN days!!! On the outside, I cannot wait another second. On the inside, I am definitely freaking out a bit – speaking Spanish, being in a completely new culture, new school, new routine, new people, so many new things… The good news is that everything is coming into place after so many months of wondering what this would finally feel like, being ready to jump on a plane and into a new culture.

I’ve got one of those massive suitcases that could easily fit a few small ponies. I have a backup supply for several months of my favorite shampoos, sunscreens, toothpaste, etc. I know where I am going to be living and have exchanged emails with my host family. I have that requisite gnawing feeling like I’m forgetting something really important. Obviously, that feeling doesn’t go away until you get there and realize you’ve forgotten something really important.

So for now, I’m just curious about what my life is going to look like soon. I’ve always loved traveling, seeing another lifestyle, different routines, different foods, different norms, different conversations, a totally different scene. But I have never lived in a foreign place for a period longer than a few weeks. So I wonder what it will be like for me personally to join the other: to live that completely different way, the Perú way and the Lima way. I know the adjustment is going to be hard, but there are so many things to look forward to that I keep forgetting to be scared of the impending culture shock. Maybe that will come later, as I’m about to get off the plane and realize the massive undertaking I have signed myself up for. Or maybe, the fear of adjustment won’t even happen; when the time comes for me to adjust I’ll still be just as excited (let’s hope!).

Nevertheless, I can’t wait to share the whole process of adjustment, acclimation, and the creation of a new lifestyle over the course of this year!

Hasta pronto,

Margaret