I'm currently in Puno, a bigger and more touristy town about 20 minutes from Chucuito. I came here to look for a phone card to call to the US because they don't exist in Chucuito. Hardly anyone even has a home phone there.
I've been doing okay healthwise since I got here. I was warned about altitude sickness, since the elevation at Lake Titicaca is 12,400 (almost as high as Mt. Rainier!). But I've been fine, just a little tired, which could be from all the traveling, or perhaps from waking up everyday to the roosters crowing right outside my door. (But it's not as bad as this episode in Mexico.)
Today was my first day of teaching. Sr. Santiago was supposed to round up some people who wanted to learn English, but he's been out of town the last couple days. So I ended up just teaching Hilda and Edgar, the two people who live at and help run the hostel. They're great people. Hilda and I have been hanging out a bunch. She makes me breakfast every morning and then we sit and chat. She's one of the indÃgenas and wears the traditional alpaca sweaters and full skirts. It was very interesting teaching these two because they know nothing about English. So I started with ''What is your name?'' and had them answer ''My name is _______.'' I think I'm going to enjoy this, and maybe our small class will grow.
I've been doing okay healthwise since I got here. I was warned about altitude sickness, since the elevation at Lake Titicaca is 12,400 (almost as high as Mt. Rainier!). But I've been fine, just a little tired, which could be from all the traveling, or perhaps from waking up everyday to the roosters crowing right outside my door. (But it's not as bad as this episode in Mexico.)
Today was my first day of teaching. Sr. Santiago was supposed to round up some people who wanted to learn English, but he's been out of town the last couple days. So I ended up just teaching Hilda and Edgar, the two people who live at and help run the hostel. They're great people. Hilda and I have been hanging out a bunch. She makes me breakfast every morning and then we sit and chat. She's one of the indÃgenas and wears the traditional alpaca sweaters and full skirts. It was very interesting teaching these two because they know nothing about English. So I started with ''What is your name?'' and had them answer ''My name is _______.'' I think I'm going to enjoy this, and maybe our small class will grow.
Where we eat breakfast
The outside of the building
The offending rooster
posted by Susan @ 3:20 PM
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4 Comments:
Can you EAT the rooster? That's what I would do.
I don't think so. We do eat her eggs, however.
I'm very curious about the eggs you eat from the rooster cause a rooster is a male!!! Hens lay eggs.
Momuagqnvn
Yeah, that's what I thought, too. Then Hilda found an egg in the yard and was convinced it was from that rooster. And she calls it ''gallina'' which is the feminine word for chicken.
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