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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">surrounded by friends and transplanted family to surrounded by family to surrounded by family and building new friendships.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">scared of the future and holding onto the present to speeding through the present to clinging to memories and making new ones.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I miss my ESL students like crazy but love the little kids that I get to hang out with now.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Julton misses the clinic like crazy but loves the next step in life that studying 8-10 hours a day for an exam is going to bring him. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But I still find myself feeling bittersweet because half of me wishes to be beachside eating ceviche just out of the ocean's reach. With Cusqueña.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So go check out this guest post from <a href="http://www.afterhissmile.com/">After His Smile</a>! at the blog <a href="http://seetheskyline.blogspot.com/2012/03/guest-post-after-his-smile.html">See The Skyline</a>!</span>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01607901793830455503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966331342664590039.post-92042219495030538092012-03-09T22:56:00.002-05:002012-03-09T22:59:39.767-05:00A laugh, a smile, a hug.<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/205195326741557544/" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="566" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/205195326741557544_udtAu6eP_c.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;">Source: <a href="http://meggielynne.tumblr.com/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">meggielynne.tumblr.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/tomanguilla/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Julie</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And he's so cute.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For the longest time he called me ha...ha...HA! with a smile and a sparkle in his eye. I didn't realize that I laughed enough around him for him to associate that with my name. Now he calls me by my name and I love to hear the way he says it. He's the kind of kid that you just want to hug and not let go. And send a hug with him for good measure. But he doesn't really like to be touched. He likes to do things in his own, unique way. That gets messy but you realize you don't know how to fix the messiness without making him very upset. Then you wonder just how much of the messiness needs to be fixed. He has no idea how big of a smile he gives my heart. Even if he did just manage to get ricotta filled lasagna on top of my freshly washed hair.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then today as I was sitting in a rocking chair it happen. He came up and crawled up into and curled up in my lap. And it was just me and him and the ABC song as he sang broken pieces of it to himself. Then after a short few minutes passed he, content, walked away still singing the ABC's and I sat there with a heart more shocked and thankful that he was willing to share a little piece of himself with me than he will ever know. </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was never really one for antique malls, thrift stores I was down with, but antique malls? I just never really got into it. But for some reason several years ago now on a trip from WV to SC on my way back to college, I decided to stop at an antique mall. It could have been the several billboards beckoning to me that made me curious. And there I found something that has taken up the space where shirts could have gone in suitcases, ever since. A $25 fabric that was made by who knows who and who knows when, became mine. It has been put up everywhere I have lived since its purchase. And I just realized today after Julton put it up on the wall for me, and agreeing to move the Peruvian flag we had had there to a smaller wall so there would be space for it, that "the tapestry" kind of represents home to me. I feel that Julton and I have been in transition since we got married, and for that matter I feel that I have been that way since long before that. Going to Peru was supposed to be where I "figured out life" then came back home to do it. After we married we never really settled down, because we knew we shouldn't since we were planning to come to the US for a while. Now in WV... there's still a sense of "don't get too comfortable" because we don't plan to stay... after we know where we will go for school. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, today after Julton pinned up the tapestry to the wall, I felt a strange sense of relief and comfort. All from a piece of fabric. Kind of weird for a person that doesn't consider herself very attached to "things". But in soon or not so soon future when we find ourselves in another city going to school, in a city where we may or may not settle down for a while, "the tapestry" is going to be there. </span></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01607901793830455503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966331342664590039.post-28583368691762229782012-03-04T18:26:00.000-05:002012-03-04T18:26:51.011-05:00basketball and poetry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrdmOHApgNHX5NYiygRr7N9WyyvO5pF862dfmRE5nL6tLlTVHa0Vn8BHT2wpHkSzTU1Tc-khOxXztpX-nAdLmZNRNHRLylAUryOYlZBfl08So4OFk125k1JsiiNJ1GZn3eGaaJFT7nBdR/s1600/poetry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrdmOHApgNHX5NYiygRr7N9WyyvO5pF862dfmRE5nL6tLlTVHa0Vn8BHT2wpHkSzTU1Tc-khOxXztpX-nAdLmZNRNHRLylAUryOYlZBfl08So4OFk125k1JsiiNJ1GZn3eGaaJFT7nBdR/s400/poetry.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hearing the news and reading the article above, I feel so surprised. The Elliots were very good to me in the short time that I was able to know them. I attended a Bible study they had in their own house, for a while. Until regrettably teaching a class took over that hour in the week. I saw and experienced first hand their generosity and selflessness. My heart and prayers go out to Mrs. Elliot and their family, as well as the church family in Trujillo. What a sweet man of God he truly was. </span>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01607901793830455503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966331342664590039.post-35967144291463673692012-02-19T20:26:00.002-05:002012-02-19T20:47:28.620-05:00reverse culture what?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've been neglecting blogging and spending more time (or wasting time? -debateable) on Pinterest. Laughing at this like this:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And listening to people like Iron & Wine ... Ingrid Michaelson and The Civil Wars on itunes that I have downloaded from NPR's Tiny Desk Concerts or Daytrotter. Love those.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But mostly right now I am drinking ginger tea and trying to fill up on vitamin C to help me get this cold the outta here. I've had a cold since we got here, and after it turned into an ear infection and I started antibiotics... the antibiotics are gone now and I am a little paranoid about getting sick again. Julton tells me that I am a dramatic vomiter and nose blower (that might be TMI ... sorry) so me blowing my nose during nap time at the daycare is not going so well, I wake the kids up! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And since I have been doing things like this... I haven't even loaded or finished for that matter, the post that I started quite a while back... so here it is:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So far being back home, Julton and I have been invited to and participated in a lot of thing that I didn't even do the whole 18 years of my life that I lived here. It has been fun to experience them with Julton and see his reaction to everything. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last night (several nights ago) we went to see a country music concert. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">- the second act by the way was SUPER country and I caught him listening to it on youtube the next day.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To close... just a few or not so few random thoughts of things that I have noticed since coming back to the USA. A friend of mine asked me a few days ago what was the hardest thing to get used to in Peru... and to be honest it was hard to answer because I could only think of things I am having a hard time adjusting to now! I finally came up with not having things like mixes and sauces readily available to buy or that canned foods were more expensive... but after a few years I got used to figuring out how to make my food without all of that boxed and canned stuff and realized how much healthier I was for it... which means that since being back in the states and experiencing fresh food being more expensive... let's suffice it to say that my body and I are not happy. Thus more ginger tea for me. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. We are currently living where I grew up, which is miles from anything and in the middle of the woods. It's fun for Julton because he feels like he is in Moyobamba again ... except for the fact that it is so cold right now. Ironically Julton hasn't felt bad at all, I've been the one with the cold. But the cold and this cold that I have have both made it hard for me to get out to run. Thankfully Julton agreed to go out with me yesterday when the weather was prettier. Apparently the neighborhood isn't as safe as it used to be and I'm not supposed to go out running alone. Coming from our neighborhood in Trujillo, I did not see that one coming. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. Everyone is on a diet!! At least most people that I have met. And to be honest, diets annoy me. Or at least confuse me. Or maybe it is just the word. I think that if you are going to change the way that you eat, that is great... but make it permanent. More a lifestyle change than a temporary fix. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. I miss walking everywhere. And I don't like buying gas. And by the way I think that Julton is still a little shocked that I can drive.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4. In orientation for my job someone asked me if I had any gum, and in church I see candy and lotion passed around. And it just made me think that the only thing I was ever asked for in Peru when I was out in a crowd or in church... was for toilet paper. :) (You usually have to carry your own for the bathrooms there.) Not a bad difference, just a difference that I noticed. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5. I do not express myself well face to face in English. I start to ramble because what I am saying doesn't make much sense. It makes sense in my head but not when it comes out. Thankfully the people this has happen to have been very patient with me. But it makes me start to think, if it is like this for me... what must it be like for Julton? Although I guess that I understand his fight with English because it was/is like my fight with Spanish. But me fighting with English? Ugh. Sometimes I feel like people look at me and think, isn't she supposed to be a college graduate?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6. Someone told me before coming back that I would remember things the way they were but they would have changed and that would be difficult for me to adjust to. Okay, That two way street is no longer a two way street. But what they didn't tell me was that I was going to pretend to remember things and get them completely ridiculously wrong. Then do things like go into blockbuster and expect to be able to rent movies as if it were the library. When my reaction to the guy asking me for money was "What? I have to pay??" I'm pretty sure he thought I was either sarcastic or just weird. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7. And choose your own ingredients style restaurants like Subway or what we most recently tried Qdoba? I wanted to tell them just to pick out the ingredients for me and surprise me. The food was great but I'm not used to having so many options. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8. I think my face gets a little red when I get called honey, darlin, sweetheart etc. Because I am used to being called names (I'd rather not hear) by guys on the street that usually are a little distance away anyway and you can pretend you didn't hear it. And maybe hearing "hija" (daughter) or "amiguita" (little friend)...but not honey from someone that is giving me the total of my order or refilling the water I told them I was done with anyway. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">9. People really like to buy things. Things they don't really need. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I like to "go shopping" but usually don't actually buy anything. I would like to say it is because I don't have any money anyway, but it doesn't seem to stop other people.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">10. I miss having friends close by. to be able to call someone and say hey see you in 5 minutes at..".." In Trujillo I lived just a few blocks away from some of my closest friends. Here the closest one lives 2 hours away... TWO HOURS! After our visit this weekend, when leaving I thought to myself that it was way easier to live another continent away from her rather than so close yet so far away. That's just torture.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*Please note that Im not trying to sound negative if it sounds that way. I'm just noting some things, Julton and I both are having good and bad days with "culture shock". </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now if you know me at all, you know that it's not that I don't like kids or have something against them... but at least my first choice on where to spend 8 hours out of my day would not be with a bunch of children. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But alas, I had the opportunity to work at a daycare/preschool. And here I am , spending eight hours a day being spit up on, rocking babies and changing diapers, holding toddlers hands as they learn to walk, and helping after school kids with their homework. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And it is all working out really well. If you can imagine me feeding and rocking one baby while bouncing two others with my feet on bouncers... that's how my week has gone. Some of the kids don't notice me, and some of the kids are in love with me. And I love each of them. In just a couple of weeks. I think some monumental bridge has been crossed. Officially. I realized it a few days ago when it wasn't so scary to change a diaper. Then again yesterday when I was helping a little boy learn to eat his cereal. Then it really set in today when I got to help a few kids with their homework and their English. The place I am working is probably one of the only places in our area with a concentration of kids that don't speak English at home. And even though I don't speak their languages either, (I haven't found one yet that speaks Spanish) when I told them about how lots of people called me July instead of Julie in Peru, they looked at me with big eyes that made me think they thought I could understand them. And then they taught me how to really pronounce their names and let me help them understand their homework. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've made myself agree to work on not showing them too much special attention though. Even if they make me feel giddy and at home and not lost, I don't think the other kids would understand that. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today one of the kids was very skeptical about a groundhog having a day and him deciding if we were going to have Spring or Winter and why everyone was so excited about it and him having to color a picture about it. I tended to agree with him but I tried not to let on. </span>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01607901793830455503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966331342664590039.post-63581517150890452262012-01-30T14:13:00.000-05:002012-01-30T14:13:37.798-05:00Settling In<blockquote class="tr_bq"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In order to know what it means to become American, you must know what it means to have been something other than American.</span></blockquote><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">- Meri Nana-Ama Danquah</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I found this book at a used book store pretty soon after arriving here in the US. It is a collection of personal essays of first generation American women. And is really interesting to read. To read what they went through/experienced their whole lives. To compare it to what I felt living in Peru and moving back. It's helpful in processing Julton and mine's own feelings about being in the US. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At least there is free wifi here, they've got that going for them. And some fun earrings that I found that are made out of the seed from a palm tree. They look like the bone or elephant tusk jewelry except vegan friendly. Very cool. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are nearing the end of our long stay here in the airport and about to head out to Miami! Immigrations here we come, we've got a visa and we've got a sealed envelope just for you.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Since I've had plenty of time I was able to upload the pictures we have been taking the past few weeks. Meeting up with friends, visiting some new places and saying goodbyes...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We brought in 2012 peacefully at home while the street outside not so peacefully celebrated the new year. The street in front of Julton´s family´s house has been built up with bars and clubs over the past few years. So even though we didn´t actually go out, we still felt like we were in the party. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But we actually spent the night at home baking a turkey! I`m not exactly sure why but Julton´s mom was convinced that I´m an expert on turkey cooking. I´m not sure where that came from. But thankfully it all worked out! And it was my first to bake. I also made sweet potato casserole. It was Julton´s family´s first time to try, and they liked it!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It has rained every day if not two times a day here, so it is making it a little difficult to make plans. We have been trying to get out to hike up one of the popular mountains that you can see from nearly everywhere in the city, but it has been raining too much so far. i have no idea how people get their laundry done here, everytime we turn around Julton´s mom or grandmother are bringing the laundry back in because it is raining. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But, even in the rain we went fishing yesterday. We were determined to go fishing, even though it started raining. We calmly waited for the rain to pass, which is did. But 5 minutes later we looked up and saw another wave of rain coming in our direction, literally. So we waited it out and looked for the owner of the fish farm. which was a scavenger hunt in itself. Then we were handed our tree branches with a hook attached and a piece of styrofoam as a bobber, and set out to fish. Julton was really worried that I didn´t know what I was doing and was trying to do everything for me every few seconds. Apparently my fishing history has never come up as a topic of conversation in our relationship. He didn´t believe that I knew what I was doing, that is, until I caught the biggest fish of the day! About 2 pounds! Pictures to come soon. </span><br />
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</span>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01607901793830455503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966331342664590039.post-48078548164481437082011-12-29T15:10:00.000-05:002011-12-29T15:10:13.507-05:00rain rain rain<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After finally having rested up from our bus ride, I´m realizing and remembering why I love the jungle or at least Moyobamba so much. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So many fruits. So many foods. So many trees. So many nice people.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A pijuayo is a fruit from the amazon jungle and this is the first time that I have tried it. The trees it comes from are very tall and skinny. And it is difficult to eat. I don´t believe that it gets eaten raw. You have to boil them first. Then peal and eat the fruit that tastes a little like nuts and a little like something I can´t put my finger on. It gets made into drinks and ice cream too!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aquaje is another amazon jungle fruit. It has a hard shell that resembles fish scales that have to be picked off first. It is a little messy. You can eat it raw plain or with salt or sugar. It also gets made into drinks. It´s pretty delicious. And apparently good for female health.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have been eating a lot of pijuayo and aguaje. Amongst a lot of other things. And Julton has beein going between his parents house and his grandparents at each meal time... which would explain his stomach ache!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yesterday we went to visit a smaller city just outside of Moyobamba where Julton has some relatives. One of the daughters is studying tourism so she took advantage of the opportunity to show me around. I learned a lot. Including that there was a legend that there were dwarves that would come out of the river to make people disappear into the woods, at one place we were visiting. As I looked around she said, but not anymore!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It rained on our way back and I woke up last night to hear it raining heavily oustide. Zanax doesn´t know what to make of that. She is still hiding under the bed. She tried to catch the birds in Trujillo but I think the quantity of birds in Moyobamba scare her. Julton´s sister´s kitten is so curious about Zanax´s litterbox and likes to play in it, which she doesn´t like one bit. The poor little guy really wants to be friends with her but Zanax won´t have it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today Jultons mom took me over to the stadium to meet her niece that works there and to let me go into run. But the running didn´t work out so much since it rained so hard last night and the track is made of mud. So Julton took me out to the other side of town to a tiiiny concrete soccer field , where I could run. I nearly crushed a frog in the process and was nearly trampled by a horse since the soccer field was literally in a field where horses were grazing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So far I am loving our trip in Moyobamba. As always. It´s so easy to relax here. If you don´t mind getting rained on. But the rain is a good thing, since that means there will be water to take a shower. This is the second time that I have been here and the water has been turned off for one reason or another, so it is either bucket showers or wait until it rains! Or go to the thermal baths, instead!</span>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01607901793830455503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966331342664590039.post-11616279430158752722011-12-28T10:32:00.000-05:002011-12-28T10:32:31.322-05:00Christmastime<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Christmas this year for us was very fun and special.</span><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A few weeks ago we had sold our Christmas tree/decorations since we knew we would travel right after Christmas. Then about a week before Christmas we had everyting boxed up and sent to Moyobamba, early to make sure it got there with no problems. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So we were sure that we would spend Christmas in an empty apartment, eating whatever food we could find in the supermarket since we didn´t have a stove anymore. A far cry from last year when we cooked Christmas Eve dinner for ourselves and a friend that couldn´t go home for Christmas. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But we have such generous friends and this Christmas was more than we could ever have imagined.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Saturday evenign we went to a special service in our own church to celebrate Jesus` birth. Everyone shared in paneton (a special christmas treat made of bread with a few pieces of fruit) and chocolate milk while we watched a fun presentation a friend made for the kids with puppets and lots of characters from around Peru and the world. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We then went over to visit the service of the catholic priests that I have been teaching. It was a very interesting service for me. The music was beautiful. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then we went over for the midnight Christmas dinner with a friend, Rosa`s family. We loved spending that time with them, getting to take part in their traditions and food! As the clock struck midnight we all hugged each other to say Merry Christmas, and drank hot chocolate and eat paneton. then we set off fireworks.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The next day after going to church we went again to a friend´s house, Jamesson´s, to have lunch with his family. And later got together with the missionary families for a Christmas dinner. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That was a lot of food! And we loved every bit of it. We are so thankful to have so many people that care about us. It was a really special and unforgettable Christmas.</span></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01607901793830455503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966331342664590039.post-19461585881061875552011-12-28T10:14:00.000-05:002011-12-28T10:14:46.725-05:00The trip begins.<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Safe and sound in Moyobamba. </span><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I`m not sure how to reflect on the bus ride here yesterday. It was the craziest that either of us have taken. 17 hours. +2 more of waiting for the bus to actually arrive. Julton and I were the only passengers getting on the bus that origionally came from Lima. And since it was 3 am, the bus station was closed and dark. Thankfully there was someone there to let us in to wait. So it was us, a sleeping caretaker, Zanax and a creepy soap opera playing on the TV while we waited. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The actual ride was annoying in that it was very informal and everyone just sat down wherever they wanted or could, ignoring their tickets. So Julton was forced to the back and I to the front. That was hard since we were on a mission to keep Zanax quiet and somewhat comfortable. Thankfully later we were able to sit together. Zanax did better than we expected. Although we had to get her out every six hours to give her a few more drops that the vet had given us to keep her calm. She rode for a while in my lap and was very content. Until the end of the trip when a little girl though that it would be fun to meow at her to get her to meow back. Then she started to get a little anxious. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I lost track of how many stops our bus made to drop off passengers and pick them up. The majority of the trip was in the day so it was a hot and sweaty trip. Thankfully our window opened. Although the one behind us was shattered, because we later learned that the bus had nearly been robbed as they left Lima. Someone threw a rock at the bus shattering the window, but they didn´t rob the passengers - only the driver. Nothing like hearing that the bus you are on was just robbed to help you settle down into a long bus ride. Thankfully nothing like that happen on our leg of the trip.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The guys sitting around us at first began to complain about the cat, saying that it smelled (which she actually didn´t). But after Julton offered them cookies (that we had brought so that we wouldn´t have to buy anything to eat/probably get sick) and one of the guys some medicine for his nausia (and later a ton after everyone figured out that he was a doctor and a walking pharmacy) they were all buddy buddy with us. And after one little girl got sick and we offered her some wet wipes, they all decided that we had everything anybody needed. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh but the view! I`ve only ever taken night buses to the jungle and since this one was in the day we got to see all of the beautiful views that Peru has to offer. Coming from the coast was passed through farms and then through as far as you can see dessert. From there we went into the mountains, the kind that are bare and mostly rock and have lots of goats. I lost count of all the goats. Then we passed through lots of rice fields. Then huge mountains somewhat covered with trees. Then even bigger mountains covered in thick green. At one point we were on the top of one mountain looking down on another and the river winding between the two. In and out of fog, rain and sun we went until we arrived. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because there were so many people getting on and off the bus I didn´t take my camera out, but I don´t think that the pictures would have done it justice. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now we are relaxing in Moyobamba, making plans about how to take advantage of our two weeks here. And trying to get out to the thermal baths as soon as possible.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Zanax is a little less than comfortable. It is her first time out of the city, and she has lots of new friends to make that she is a little less than pleased about. She sits on our bed hissing at anything that dares to enter. She spent the majority of the night under the bed though so it is an impovement that she has come out. Then the rooster that crowed scared her and she went back under the bed. I`m glad that we have some time to be with her while she gets used to everything. Right now the only thing she doesn´t hiss and growl at is her litter box. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01607901793830455503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966331342664590039.post-16728546737586018232011-12-23T11:15:00.000-05:002011-12-23T11:15:38.399-05:00the processing process. of feelings.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think that I have pretty much accepted that I am a terrible blogger. Once again, sorry for the lapse of time between blogging. If you are reading this and have read before, you should probably just sign up to receive email notices of when I actually do blog instead of checking. Sorry!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But I do have a reason. Certainly not an excuse but a reason. As to why I think I haven't been much for blogging as of late.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Blogging requires processing feelings. And I haven't been so into processing feelings lately. It's painful. Julton and I will be moving to the US soon, and although I'm excited for that adventure and seeing family and friends, I'm so not so happy about all that I am leaving behind. Things change. People grow. Trujillo will be completely different one day when we see it again. And although both Julton and I are from more rural areas and not so used to a city, Trujillo is where we have made our life together so far. And it holds a lot of people that we care a lot about. People that have been irreplaceable as friends and mentors and for some helping us get through the first chapter of what it means to be married. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not really into processing all of those feelings about how I'm going to miss all of these people. But I am trying. Because when you don't process feelings... weird little outbursts start to happen. Like being in the market and emotionally breaking down on the lady that has been there for you day in and day out selling you veggies. She gets confused and you embarrassed. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or just randomly spurting out a confusing mix of words to someone that you're not sure if you are going to see them again but you want them to know how much they mean to you although you don't want to have to tell them goodbye. And you are confused about if you are able to speak any language at all. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, here we sit in a nearly empty apartment. No stove, that we excitedly bought after having been married nearly a year. No washer that we were so thankful for after many a day and night trying to keep up with washing laundry by hand. Just some clothes and each other. Oh, and a cat :) all waiting to go to the jungle for a visit before we leave. I can process how much I appreciate the ability to have all of those things. And that it is going to be really weird to use a dryer to dry my clothes. But the people part, that's harder to process. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But this morning I officially finished my last class with one group of my students. And the processing process has started. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm really going to miss my students. They have kept me humble, made me laugh a ton, and I learned a lot of the English and Spanish language right along with them :P</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Julton and I will be spending Christmas here in Trujillo, then we are on our way to the jungle for New Years and then off the the US!</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This past weekend: Good Sushi and Good Conversation.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't eat sushi that often anymore so I do often forget how much I love it. Although I'm not too much of a fan of how much they love to put sweet potato in it here. Or dunk it in some kind of flavored mayo. But hey you can't win them all. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Conversation: win. I met up with a friend that is one of those kind of people that you can spend 4 hours talking to and not realize that so much time has passed, look down at your phone and realize you have lots of missed calls from a worried husband. :/ oops. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But we've always got lots to share. My friend is Peruvian and her husband is Columbian. I love to listen to their experiences living in Peru and as a mixed culture/country marriage. It's fun to see what we have in common and what is different. Often there is more in common than we expect. </span></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01607901793830455503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966331342664590039.post-57086894376500319392011-11-01T18:11:00.000-05:002011-11-01T18:11:53.822-05:00bananas tiny peppers and ants, oh my!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have been learning a lot this year about how to use a big wooden bowl and a palm - sized rock correctly. And also not come away from it eating dinner with a throbbing palm. It takes skill, or maybe just repetition until you can't tell that it hurts anymore. Yep, maybe that's it. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Upon my mother-in-law's second visit to stay at our place, she presented me with the rock telling me that she noticed that I didn't have one. I thought it was a curious thing. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We've made tacacho, fried plantains mashed (with said rock) with pork fat. I never imagined myself intentionally putting pork fat into my food to make it tasty. But I do now. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then I figured out that I could make hummus, which I don't have a food processor for and my blender is not up to. That was very difficult and I'm pretty sure Julton's mom that I was crazy. But she liked it!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Julton's parents have come for a visit this week, which means... more and more jungle food. When they come to visit bananas, different kinds dried meats, juanes (banana leaf wrapped packages of green rice and meat), peppers and different kinds of sweets ... are all guaranteed to be lunch. </span></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01607901793830455503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966331342664590039.post-17068786631311122262011-11-01T17:38:00.000-05:002011-11-01T17:38:24.102-05:00media agresiva<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bit by little bit Peru, or grocery shopping experiences in Peru rather, have been turning me from my passive ways and a little more aggressive each day. I haven't figured out yet if that is a good thing. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm really not a pushy person, and I am quite content waiting for what I want/need. Until it comes to the 3rd person in a row pushing in front of me to get in their order to the guy at the fish counter, then I start to get impatient. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The first year I quietly looked on in shock. The second year I turned to giving the person dirty looks. This year... I've started speaking up.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I have been surprised over and over again at how many people just look at me as though they haven't done anything wrong. Or like today when I told the impatient woman behind me in the check-out line that she was stepping on my foot and could she stop? She didn't say "sorry" she said... oh... "y como cocinas esa zapallito??" I started to get agitated and I caught myself catching her use the form "tu" instead of "usted" with me and all I could think was... excuse me? you don't know me and you've been stepping on my foot? what makes you think we are buddies? show some respect! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think it is time for me to spend some time in the jungle now, and get away from the city. </span>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01607901793830455503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966331342664590039.post-68599528607133892162011-10-28T21:35:00.000-05:002011-10-28T21:35:42.556-05:00they whisper too loud for me.<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dzY0-I4Gq5w" width="560"></iframe><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Apparently this song came out last year. But I just found it today and I love how fun it is. It's one of my new happy songs. I have no idea who she is or am sure if I like her other songs, but I love this one. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You just can't help but swing your hips can you?</span>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01607901793830455503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966331342664590039.post-51069389314169683222011-10-28T11:58:00.001-05:002011-10-28T12:01:51.002-05:00aerosmith<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurrEpznBJKRVUE7VkOpGbcK7WUbIcXpnDuMZtE57WF76Bogo7RXD5Z3twTIpkhR2zaM0AOwT1mI6frPO3VpfGg_r8_Ae45kdklJMloI8TFIgyVtwhikvbq9fhoSpsx4kX-OKVM2r16q_p/s1600/IMG_1590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurrEpznBJKRVUE7VkOpGbcK7WUbIcXpnDuMZtE57WF76Bogo7RXD5Z3twTIpkhR2zaM0AOwT1mI6frPO3VpfGg_r8_Ae45kdklJMloI8TFIgyVtwhikvbq9fhoSpsx4kX-OKVM2r16q_p/s400/IMG_1590.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love these girls. Last week we practiced Aerosmith songs to prepare for the Aerosmith concert on Saturday night in Lima. Some of my students from different classes traveled to Lima to see them. So we practiced lots of especially "don't wanna miss a thing" which by the way Aerosmith, NOT COOL that you DIDN'T play it. NOT COOL. When you go to a foreign country to sing your music, artists should send a playlist ahead of them so that ESL students can practice the appropriate songs. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Also not cool that you weren't very polite to my friends that traveled all the way to Lima to see you, along with all the other people in the crowd. I think the newspaper must have been misguided or told to praise you for your performance, but I heard what really went down. That for your encore you only played one song and then you didn't even say goodbye. Or if you said good bye it was short and not sweet and not heard. That no one knew you were actually finished until the lights came on and the speakers were being taken down. Again, not cool. Or polite. And it's been said that Bon Jovi was nicer. And Metallica cooler. I wasn't there but I'm just sayin'. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*I don't usually get like that on here but... I was really excited for my students that worked so hard to go to the concert and sing the songs they worked on and loved! And disappointed that they came back home disappointed. </span>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01607901793830455503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966331342664590039.post-7785808514057707862011-10-12T20:15:00.001-05:002011-10-12T20:16:01.768-05:00fresas and avocados<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today the clinic where Julton works took the day to travel off on an adventure to spend time together. I'm not sure how it went because Julton isn't home yet to tell me about it. I had been planning to go with them but as I told a friend last night... then we prayed that I would get more work.... then I did. So, I was a working lady today while Julton was off on his adventure. And tonight I have kept myself company while he is on his way back by reading too many food blogs, listening to A LOT of Maria Taylor and making a delicious smoothie. And now I will share it with you while I am inspired by all the food blogs I've spent my time tonight watching.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've heard about adding avocado to smoothies before... but could never get myself to commit. I jumped at throwing spinach in my smoothie... but for some reason stayed clear of the avocado version. I think it's partly because I was afraid of it and mostly because I like avocados too much, and could simply eat the 1/4 chunk of avocado whole instead of risking spoiling it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But today I took the risk. And I recommend that you do too! It makes the smoothie super creamy. Delicious. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And like I mentioned before I'm spending the night listening to Maria Taylor. LOVE her. I don't listen to her much when Julton is home (like most of my music) because he finds her tunes a little depressing. We'll have to wait until she makes a salsa or jungle folklore record for him to listen with me. hmm. I can't find a link so that you can listen to my new favorite song of hers, off her new album that was recently released... but there is a link where you can download her song, for free! So just go ahead and download it. Thank you <a href="http://www.saddle-creek.com/">Saddle Creek Records.</a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You can find a Paste article and also the link to download here: <a href="http://www.pastemagazine.com/blogs/av/2011/08/song-premiere-maria-taylor---bad-idea.html">Maria Taylor: Bad Idea?</a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She's touring right now! You have to go if you live in a city that she is coming to. Gillian Baikie, I am talking to you!!!! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><b>October </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><b>28</b> – Denver, Colo. @ Hi Dive </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Please go and tell her that she has a fan living in Peru that can't wait to come see her play live again!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have a favorite cafe. And they don't sell coffee. Juices. Every kind of juice possible, and its beautiful. And quite tasty. And only 2 blocks from our front door. Perfect.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We used to sit in this place all the time drinking juices and eating sandwiches with friends... then we realized almost every one of those friends have moved to Lima or the US. And also that it had been A YEAR since we had possibly stepped foot inside the door. Pathetic. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So we started that tradition back up again. Even though we still miss our friends. You know how there are some ( a lot) of things that you can make at home that taste just as good as, if not better than you buy in the restaurant ? This is not the case. I don't think it would matter if the barrista came to our home and threw the fruits in the blender in our kitchen, it would still taste better there. They've recently expanded and redecorated their menu with lots of fun nutritional facts about fruits. And they've got a TV where we can watch <a href="http://youtu.be/8icTcW9vrZk">Al Fondo Hay Sitio</a>. A Peruvian television show,er, soap opera. That nearly everyone in Peru watches. </span></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01607901793830455503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966331342664590039.post-2956892789166793422011-10-01T08:37:00.000-05:002011-10-01T08:37:09.141-05:00El Guapo<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/261911644/" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="554" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/261911644_pXRxEF9w_c.jpg" width="554" /></a></div><div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;">Source: <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/73802053/hand-drawn-side-plate-the-handsome-one?ref=sr_gallery_11&ga_search_submit=&ga_search_query=hand+drawn+plate&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_ship_to=US&ga_page=3&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_facet=handmade" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">etsy.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/tomanguilla/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Julie</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div><div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;"><br />
</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Something about this plate makes something inside me childishly giggle. I would like to be it's owner one day. And after reading the description from the etsy page...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yep, still childishly giggling. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Street side stands.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Carts being pushed through the neighborhood.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wheel boroughs being pushed through the neighborhood.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are lots of shopping options. I might even be forgetting a few. I think the weirdest seller I've seen around town is the couple that comes by about once a month. First you hear their megaphone sounding from the park, a block down the street. Then a few minutes later you hear the megaphone quite loud and clear right outside your window. Because they are right outside your window. On the street corner, with a huge pyramid of toilet paper packages. And no my first thought is not, wow that IS cheap! (that's the second thought) It is actually "hooowww did they move ALL of that toilet paper down the block so fast!" There's no cart around, just a man and a woman and a pyramid of 2 pack and 4 pack TP. And I find myself imagining some kind of line of people down the street tossing packs of toilet paper like it is some kind of party congo line but with TP, down the block to the next corner. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No joke, I can't count how many times this has happen since we've lived on this block... on two hands anymore. And I still don't know how they do it. It's killing me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What else is killing me is the fact that the honey I was so excited to buy (and at such a bargain price!), turns out to possibly be mixed with something else, too. Or the bees were fed sugar? Which is the theory my mother-in-law has. Or the honey was mixed with sugar water? Anyway something shady happen. Because the lovely honey I bought a week ago is now a solid mass and quite frankly not even that scrapeable. And no its not that cold. The ants that always seem to find their way back into our kitchen when the sun peaks through the clouds, don't even care for it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Boo. The guy that sold it to me was so nice, too. But I guess they always are, aren't they?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh well, I'll just listen to one of my new favorite songs that cheers me up. Because what doesn't cheer a person up like someone singing over and over to you in a super cheery voice "Everything is going to be okay" A friend of mine here shared it with me when she knew I was stressed and anxious about an upcoming meeting. Result? I sat singing the song through the meeting :) She's a great friend.</span><br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mdpNhu9l6Xo" width="560"></iframe>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01607901793830455503noreply@blogger.com0