We are currently in Peru the land of alpacas, Inca ruins and chicken and papas fritas. I am learning to be an English teacher which essentially means I play charades on a daily basis and hope that people can somehow decipher what the hell I am doing. So far things are going great, I taught them how to do the Chicken Dance and about Martin Luther King Jr. so basically they are set as far as I am concerned.
Peru is dynamic, the scenery and landscape are beautiful and rugged and so are the Peruvians themselves. The weather here in Cusco is ever-changing. Anytime the sun comes out I become irate and start swearing at it like a crazy person because I know it is just teasing me. To say the weather here is unpredictable would be a huge understatement. I spend about 50% of my day shedding layers and then bundling up again like an Eskimo. Here, life is hard but rewarding, I can be having a bad day and all it takes it having a good conversation with the woman at the bakery, and having her tolerate my broken Spanish and I am back on top of the world.
So now I am focusing on my drawing, and acting skills and teaching Peruvians about American culture like the Chicken Dance. I am slowly but surely remembering how much I hate grammar and how some things in the English language cannot be explained. Overall I have a lot of respect for the students I have met here their desire to learn English, and to better themselves is really inspiring. Teaching was just a means to an end to me, I was just interested in working to travel and get going on my next big adventure. I am slowly realizing that teaching is a huge adventure in it's own right. Also my stick figures are getting really professional. When I get home everyone is gonna want me on their team for Pictionary.
Peru is dynamic, the scenery and landscape are beautiful and rugged and so are the Peruvians themselves. The weather here in Cusco is ever-changing. Anytime the sun comes out I become irate and start swearing at it like a crazy person because I know it is just teasing me. To say the weather here is unpredictable would be a huge understatement. I spend about 50% of my day shedding layers and then bundling up again like an Eskimo. Here, life is hard but rewarding, I can be having a bad day and all it takes it having a good conversation with the woman at the bakery, and having her tolerate my broken Spanish and I am back on top of the world.
So now I am focusing on my drawing, and acting skills and teaching Peruvians about American culture like the Chicken Dance. I am slowly but surely remembering how much I hate grammar and how some things in the English language cannot be explained. Overall I have a lot of respect for the students I have met here their desire to learn English, and to better themselves is really inspiring. Teaching was just a means to an end to me, I was just interested in working to travel and get going on my next big adventure. I am slowly realizing that teaching is a huge adventure in it's own right. Also my stick figures are getting really professional. When I get home everyone is gonna want me on their team for Pictionary.
