Buenas noches to all four people that read this.

Tomorrow is the first day of school, which gives me the heebie-jeebies to say. For reasons unknown I thought this course would not be so hard but the syllabus indicates otherwise. It’s been five years since I wrote 8-10 page papers so I will see.

It’s the end of Day 3 and I feel mentally and physically “here” to write this post. I still feel like a tourist, as I should. I wonder how long it will take until it sinks in that Arequipa is where I am living now.

The most challenging aspect has been the social interaction…with my roommates. I live with our British hosts, Dan and Melissa, and another girl from the program named Emily. We have not yet met Melissa as she is currently away for conference. They are all nice. Emily is more outgoing and a non-planner while Dan is quieter and soft-spoken. I still can’t believe I live with a real British person.

Trying to work the TV. Notice Dan has the old school receivers. The remote doesn’t work and we have to unplug the TV to turn it off. It’s these little moments that make me happy.

I am usually paranoid about meeting – much less living with – new people. Be yourself, they say. That must be taken with a grain of salt because if I were to be myself around new people, boy, I may be deemed anti-social, boring, inappropriate, annoying, or all of the above. You have to ease into it.

The first days were very stressful for that reason and combined with the fact that I am living at a host’s place and have to be careful about the house rules. It takes a great amount of energy for me to make myself interact with people my age – there were times I wished I could go off and do my own thing, but I know that this is exactly the kind of exposure I need.

And I am happy to report that Emily and I have gotten a bit more comfortable with each other and I hope that goes the same for Dan as well. We spent quite a bit of time tonight talking about cultural differences in the living room. We are still awkward about each others’ presence but I believe it will get better.

All this to say that the Old Me would have dwelled in paranoia about “fitting in” while the New Me/Working on the Improved Me is trying my best to take things day by day, adapt, and keep true to myself (not 100% sure who “myself” is but I am not the only 20-something wondering about such a thing).

I’m still scared everyday in some shape or form. It’s okay. I need to be or I will never learn.

Wow, I would be okay if I never wrote anything about me here ever again. Still not used to talking about myself on a blog.

At Plaza de Armas. Don’t worry, I am bringing one or several of these baby alpacas home.

Today’s blog title is dedicated to Dan: Emily and I described a drink we had as “tart” (tangy) and he looked at us as if we were members of The Tea Party. He thought of the baked dish and never heard it as an adjective.

3 thoughts on “Tart???”


    I love it. Happy that you’re adjusting well and are catching yourself if you start to fall into the trap of escaping into your comfort zone — keep on keepin’ on girl.

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