A day in the life

Given that none of us has posted for a while, seems like everyone has been pretty busy! I have definitely found that my day fills up quickly but I am really enjoying the daily pace of life in Cusco. Since I've been here for over two weeks now, I feel much more settled in and I thought it might be interesting to write about a typical day. So here goes: 

7:30am Wake up, shower, etc. Recently learned that the trick to getting hot water is to turn the knob about half a centimeter instead of turning the knob all the way. My shower experience has been greatly improved. 

8:00am Breakfast. It's kind of strange getting served by my host mom (I keep asking her if I can help, to no avail) and not having any idea what I am going to eat until it appears in front of me. But I am loving Peruvian breakfast food, I think it might be my favorite meal. One of my favorite breakfast foods here is pan de hauro with cheese or strawberry jam and butter inside. Pan de hauro is kind of like thick pita but with a harder outside and a really soft inside. And the cheese here is unlike anything I've had in the US--picture salty, spongy white cheese that holds its shape really well when you slice it. I didn't really like it at first but it's growing on me. But I still really miss normal cheddar, apparently it doesn't really exist in Peru. My other breakfast favorite is granola, but this stuff is nothing like the Trader Joe's granola that I grew up on. Peruvian granola is a bunch of different types of grains all puffed up--wheat, quinoa, some other special Peruvian grain, etc. So it's not very crunchy but it is delicious and filling and mixes really well with yogurt. My host mom serves it with lúcuma yogurt. The yogurt here is runny and more drinkable than spoonable, like the texture of thin kefir. Lúcuma is an orange fruit that is special to Peru that kind of tastes like...gingerbread. Sounds weird but it's good. Wow who knew I could write so much about breakfast?

8:40am Huff and puff to the top of the hill to meet my friends Tyler and Maggie and walk to school. My house is at the bottom of a very steep street, so steep that the fourth floor of my building is about level with the top of the hill. The crazy high altitude here really does make a difference when you are taking part in any physical activity, aka even walking up a few flights of stairs makes you get out of breath during the first week. It's a very foreign feeling for someone who has spent most of their life in the low-elevation states of Illinois and Minnesota.

9:00am Quechua class! This is only a two week class but I wish we had more time because I am loving Quechua! It is so interesting to have the experience of seeing a language for the first time. I started taking Spanish in 6th grade so I kind of forgot what that completely new feeling is like. It is so cool to get to the point where you know enough about the language to start recognizing patterns and can actually understand what is going on. It's not an easy language, especially because the sounds and the structure are so different from English and Spanish, but I am really enjoying the challenge. Here’s a little Quechua fun fact: Machu Picchu means “Old Mountain” (machu means old, picchu means mountain) and Wayna Picchu means “Young Mountain” (wayna means young, or describes a young man).

10:30am Half hour break for coffee/tea/socializing. During orientation we visited a ceramics studio and got to decorate our own clay mugs, which we now use whenever we want hot drinks at school. This is a good place in this blog entry to note that coffee is kind of weird in Peru. Either it's instant coffee granules or it's "cafe natural," which is extremely concentrated coffee that you dilute with hot water until it is to your liking. Also, people are really into hot drinks here. Which is cool with me because I have always enjoyed coffee and tea and hot chocolate more than soda. But here there is a whole philosophy around hot drinks: everyone is always worried about catching a cold. Also, my friend Maggie's host mom says that if you eat certain foods (like avocado, for example), you have to drink something hot so you don't get sick. Interesting. 

12:00pm Done with morning class. We have hang out time to use the internet at the school or run errands like dropping off laundry, printing out articles near the university, buying notebooks, etc. 

1:00pm Walk home to eat lunch. Usually it’s just me and my host mom but sometimes my host dad or sister or brother comes home from work to eat lunch. This is by far the biggest meal of the day, which has taken some getting used to. Lunch starts out with a soup, at my house anything from ramen noodles to quinoa soup with potatoes and zapallo (a large vegetable that's kind of like a cross between butternut squash and punpkin) to choclo (Peruvian corn on the cob). Choclo is very very different from American sweet corn--the cob is about the same size but it's a lot more starchy and there are about 8 rows of kernels that range in size from a pinky fingernail to a thumb fingernail. It's served with the same salty cheese from breakfast so you have to carefully plan the ratio of bites of cheese to bites of choclo so you don't end up with too much choclo left over at the end. Then after that is the segundo, which is the main course. My host mom gave me huge portions at first and I had to explain to her that it was way more than I could eat. Generally it is something potato or meat with a sauce and some rice on the side. But my favorite lunch so far was yesterday's lunch: a slice of cheese inserted between two slices of something like sweet potato (can't remember the name), then battered and fried and served with rice and a very simple cucumber and tomato salad. Yum! Then, only after you are done eating the main course, can you have a drink. Apparently this is a very important part of Andean culture. Usually I drink water but my host family is way into the refrescos. Then I have a piece of fruit or some jello or some mazamorra, which is like a soupy jello texture of hot ground purple corn mixed with sugar and cinnamon.

2:40pm Make the epic journey back to the top of the hill to walk back to school. At first this huge 3 hour break in the middle of the day seemed a bit excessive, but now I really like it. Lunch isn't at all rushed like it is in the US, and you have a chance to take a mental break from class, talk with friends and your host family, enjoy being outside, use the internet, etc. 

3:00pm Seminar with a visiting lecturer. The lectures so far have been about topics ranging from Andean Cosmovision to Peruvian gastronomy and the intersection between traditional Pervian ingredients and Spanish cuisine. Because we are in wettest month of the rainy season (aka summer but it's not actually that warm), usually it rains during our afternoon class time. One day there was a huge hail storm and another day it rained so hard that the roof of the school was leaking. The school is on the fourth floor of a mixed residential/office building and we usually have a really good view of the storm. And of course we also have a really good view of the mountains surrounding Cusco--the valley is so beautiful. Sometimes I kind of forget where I am and then I look out the window and there are the Andes. Sweet!

4:45pm Another hot drink break. Love it!

5:30pm/6pm The seminar ends at some point between 5:30 and 6pm and we are free for the rest of the day. Sometimes we go into the centro to run errands or get food or go shopping but most of the time we go to this amazing internet cafe called Don Pancho y Don Esteban that's less than 5 minutes away from the school. Picture an awesome cafe that so impresses you with its cheap croissants and alfajores, good music, and comfy chairs that you almost forget you went there in the first place to use the internet. 

7/7:30/8pmish Go home for dinner. Dinner in Peru is something light, definitely not the biggest meal of the day like it is in the US. Sometimes my mom makes a little omelette with cheese and oregano served over rice, sometimes she serves leftovers from lunch, and sometimes she gives me just dessert, like a piece of apple pie from a nearby bakery. Then of course we drink tea or decaf coffee after we are done eating. Usually I end up chatting with my host parents or one of my host siblings about Quechua class or Peruvian culture or funny family stories for a while before I start homework.

9:00pm Read for tomorrow’s afternoon seminar and do Quechua homework. Try to connect to the ethernet in my room and rejoice when it works, about 2 times out of 3. Discover that Hulu really doesn’t work outside the US and fail to figure out how to trick the internet into thinking I’m not actually in Peru.

11:30pm Cozy up beneath 2 alpaca blankets and a comforter while wearing sweatpants and a long sleeved t-shirt. Houses here don’t have heat and even in the summer it gets pretty chilly at night. But still not nearly as chilly as the Midwest at this time of yearJ

This is the last “normal” week for a while because on Monday we are leaving for a two and a half week trip to Puno (Lake Titicaca!), Colca Canyon (homestay with a Quechua-dominant family), and Arequipa! Then we are back in Cusco for about 3 weeks of normal classes and the homestay before leaving for a 5 day trip to Manu, the Amazonian region of Peru. I love being in Cusco but I’m really excited to get to see other parts of the country!

In other news: Miracle of miracles, I got mail on Valentine’s Day! Thanks for the card, Grandmommy and Granddaddy! I can’t believe it arrived in just one week!

Also, I have been incredibly surprised by how cheap everything is here! No entry fee for discotecas; taxis cost 3 soles, about $1, but we split the cost between at least 4 people; international calling card with 45 minutes of call time costs less than $2; a cell phone costs $20 and comes with 20 free minutes of calls and 20 free texts; a croissant at the amazing internet café costs about 15 cents, etc. etc. This also means that souvenirs are very reasonably priced so let me know if you have any requests!

Tupananchiskama (Quechua for “see you when I see you”),

Maggie
P.S. As promised: pictures from Machu Picchu!

Copenhagen: Not On The Mainland

Well, it turns out that the island Copenhagen is on is actually one of the most eastern islands that Denmark still has control of. The past few days were spent on a Short Study Tour of Western Denmark, which was both educational and fun (and on the mainland - Jutland). As part of the public health program, we visited a general practitioner, a regional administrator of the health care system, as well as an NGO that does work with sexual education. It was all very informative.

Perhaps more worthy of note was the town of Odense, located on the island between Copenhagen and Jutland, and the town where Hans Christian Anderson was born.

Parts of the town have been preserved since his era, and it was all very quaint and picturesque, and while I enjoyed walking around and visiting a museum with a photography exhibit on soccer in Africa, the best part was (of course) the baked goods. 

We consumed a pear tarte-like cake, which was (of course) delicious. What distinguished this tarte-like cake from other tartes and/or cakes I have had was the hint of almond. This has been a theme in other pastries I have experienced, which I wholeheartedly approve of.

We also visited Koldinghus, which is a castle that was built in 1268, burned down in 1808, and rebuilt in 1890. 

 The coolest thing about this castle is that instead of attempting to replicate what was once there, the new part of the castle compliments what remained after the fire. It was beautiful in a way that I never would have imagined possible.

The primary example of this was in the old chapel. Most of the original structure was still standing, but the lighting was clearly a new addition.

The castle is also a museum, and there was an excellent exhibit on the Beatles when we visited.

Koldinghus, as a very old castle, is located in a very old town of Kolding. As viewed from the window of the castle, on a typical day in Denmark.

And so, I found out that Copenhagen is, in fact, not a part of Western Denmark. And upon returning, I experienced the strange feeling that I was coming home to a city.

La vida cusqueña

Greetings from Peru! Where to start?! The adventure started even before I left the country because I found out only about an hour and a half before I needed to leave for the airport that my flight from Miami to Lima was delayed by eight hours, so I spent about two hours on the phone with various airline representatives to change my flights and avoid having to stay overnight in Miami one night and Lima the next. In the end I left one day later than I was supposed to and arrived at orientation 24 hours late but it all worked out because three other students from my program were all on the same flight so we all arrived late together.

Orientation took place at an eco-lodge in Chichabamba, right outside Urubamba, about an hour or so north of Cusco. It's called El Huerto Paraíso, or Orchard Paradise, because they have an apple orchard right in the front yard and grow a lot of the other fruit that they serve. Orientation was a mix of activities like going over the SIT student code of conduct, talking about the excursions and the academic part of the semester, walking around town to ask people if they knew the answers to questions about Peruvian culture and history, and taking a mototaxi (a motorcycle with a covered top and a bench seat on top of two wheels in the back) to a small town nearby to purchase different kinds of potatoes, fruit, beans, grains, or peppers. And of course we had plenty of time to get to know each other an eat tons of delicious food.

Another part of orientation was our visit to Machu Picchu yesterday!! To answer your question, YES, this place really is as cool as everyone says! There is a reason why it is the seventh wonder of the world. The place is absolutely breathtaking and mysterious all at once and when you are there it takes a while for everything to sink in. It's pretty crazy that this year is the 100th anniversary of Hiram Bingham's "discovery" of the ruins. I had assumed that Peruvians wouldn't be huge fans of Bingham, who stole a bunch of artifacts from the ruins that still have not been returned by Yale University, so I was kind of surprised that our guide, who has been leading tours since 1981, doesn't mind that Bingham is given credit for discovering Machu Picchu because he believes that Bingham is the one who made the ruins known to the rest of the world. Though I learned a ton on the tour and really enjoyed our visit, I think it almost might have been better to go to Machu Picchu later in the semester when we have learned more about Peru and can better appreciate what we learn by visiting. Anyway, I'll put pictures up in the next few days once I figure out this memory card reader stuff.

My favorite part of the day was going to see a sacred rock with five other students and the assistant academic director, Donaldo, after the official tour was over. Though it was pretty strenuous to get up there, it was totally worth it because Donaldo explained how people tuck coca leaves into the cracks of the rock or build little rock towers (called pechutes? can't remember) to leave their worries behind and leave the place renewed. So we each built a rock pile and then Donaldo led us in meditation and a little bit of yoga. Definitely left the rock feeling very calm and peaceful and grateful for having had the opportunity to visit Machu Picchu. The only bad part of the day was the fact that I got pretty badly sunburned on my nose and chin even though I had put on a ton of sunscreen. Luckily I wore a long-sleeved shirt and pants the entire day even though it was really really hot so I didn't get sunburned anywhere else.

After Machu Picchu yesterday, we ate lunch in Aguas Calientes (the town at the bottom of the mountain) took the train back to Ollantaytambo, and took taxi vans back to Urubamba. It was a really long day because we had to wake up at 4:15am and didn't get back to the hotel until after 6pm, but I had an amazing time. The day ended with a dinner of beef, mashed potatoes, and rice and a game of charades around the campfire.

Today we ate breakfast, had a discussion about what it means to be indigenous, packed up our luggage, and took the bus back to Cusco. After being in a more rural area since I arrived in Peru, Cusco definitely feels much more urban. We were running super late for meeting up with the host families because traffic was really bad but I didn't mind because I got to see what Cusco looks like. I was super excited that we drove past Qoricancha, the Incan temple upon which the Spanish built a church. The foundation is amazing Incan stonework without mortar and the top is like a normal colonial style Catholic church. I didn't get a picture so you should google it!

We met up with our host families in this community center in the neighborhood where most of the families live. I walked in and saw a mom who was saying "Maggie? Maggie?" so I went up to her and asked if she had Maggie Hutchison, since there are three Maggies in my group. And no other name repeats. Go figure. Anyway she said yes, so we started talking and walking over to the side of the room but then this other host mom comes up to me saying, "Maggie!" and it turns out that the first host mom "took her daughter" haha. My host mom's name is Teresa and she is super sweet and very talkative. We walked to my family's house together and I met her two sons before unpacking my stuff and figuring out how to use the internet. Then I had lunch and talked with Teresa for a while until my host dad Pepe got home from work. I also met their two daughters and their grandson. All my host brothers and sisters are between about 22 and 30 years old I think.

This post has gotten way too long so the only other thing I'm going to say right now is that I was reminded today that this is a very small world. Apparently my host brother David was a missionary for two years (the family is Mormon) in Wenatchee, WA, right near Holden Village, the place where I worked in the summer of 2009! That is so random! Most people in the US don't even know where that is. It was crazy sitting in the living room of an apartment in Cusco, Peru, chatting with my host parents about the apple and cherry industries in a small town in Washington state. No big deal.

Hope everyone is surviving the crazy winter weather in the northern hemisphere! In the meantime, I will keep trying to avoid getting sunburned.

Ciao,
Maggie

Hola from Quito!

I made it safely to Quito last night after having spent a whole day on planes, nervous as can be.  My host mom, Sandra, picked me up from the airport and took me back to her home.  She is very nice and helpful, as is her elderly mother, Irene.  It took me a while to fall asleep with all the excitement of finally being here but today I am refreshed and ready to begin the great adventure. 

I've had the morning to myself, but my first class is today from 3-6pm.  I'm excited to get out and see the city in the daylight.  I looked out onto the city from Irene's terrace and it is huge!  The city sprawls and is surrounded by mountains--I am reminded vaguely of Mexico when I look around.  There is a cathedral in the distance and a statue of the Virgin Mary on a mountain where an indigenous temple used to stand before the Spanish destroyed it.

I will become more eloquent and thorough in my writing once I have actually started to experience Ecuadorian life.  For now, I am very optimistic about the whole experience!

Hayley