I am really excited about my classes this semester! I have:
- Latin I (which I am taking for fun!)
- Organic Chem I (which sounds like it might be manageable; if I get over an 81% then I'll have an A!)
- Physiology!!
- Some class about Australia
- Labs (boo!
) for the two science courses
I used to think I'd like labs because they are hands on, as opposed to
classes where everything is more abstract/theoretical. But labs here
are such a pain in the ass because of the reports we have to write
afterward. So tedious. Not to mention the writers of the lab manuals
are often vague & unclear. 
(complain complain)
Some more picts from Peru
(Brother + pizza)
Pizza in Peru was pretty good. The cheese there is a lot fresher than it is here in the States. I feel like our cheese here often tastes over processed and kind of artificial/rubbery (at pizza places anyways). But cheese is cheese, and is generally fantastic.
The pizza in Peru for the most part seemed to be baked over the wooden plates in ovens too. A lot of restaurants would even have the oven right in view! Food there as a whole seemed pretty fresh and made from scratch--not pre-prepared & just heated like food here is. Hence, a lot of times it took forever for food to come out.
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Ruins near Pisac; family walking--as a general rule I am slow and walk last 
. Yay, action shot. It was our first stop at some ruins+terraces. However, it started raining on us on our way back, and the rain was FREEZING. Only Mom was smart enough to bring her rain jacket on that excursion, so everyone else was soaked by the time we returned to our van. Our van driver was named Nacho. Teehee. He was really nice, but spoke very little English, so it was pretty much up to me and my sister to communicate with him.
One thing I found interesting about Peru, versus other countries I've visited that have a lot of tourists, was that many of the people even in high-tourists areas didn't speak English. I think that is good, because it really is more respectful for a visitor to try to understand the customs and ways of the host. & it is their responsibilty since they are the ones traveling anyways. It is kind of pompous to expect others to know another language for ones own convenience. But it was also fun trying to make use of the Spanish I learned in high school. Sadly because of the time that has elapsed since HS, I've forgotten a lot of my Spanish (though I suspect my Spanish is stronger than my Chinese, in writing and reading anyways, though listening comprehension I think Chinese still wins).
Ruins @ Ollantaytambo; we lived at Ollantaytambo first because it had a slightly lower elevation than Cusco (help us adjust to the high altitude). It was also nice because Ollantaytambo was slightly less touristy than Cusco. Sure, it had a lot of vendors, but it was more in the countryside. Our first night there, there was no electricity. At first, Dad thought that the people were just that thrifty with power, or something. But then we noticed on our way in that someone had hit a powerline, hence the lack of electricity. That left the town extremely dark, expect a few candles glowing from windows and rooms.
But the night sky, it was so brilliant! I had never seen so many stars in the sky before, not even when we went camping in Yosemite & were literally stuck in the wilderness. The beauty of the night sky was almost enough to make me want to forget the US and just stay there forever.
However, electricity was back the next day (though I can't complain because then there was less risk of tripping everywhere in the dark!).
It was nice in Ollantaytambo. I got to watch mobs of school children in tidy uniforms (young men were even wearing ties!) file on towards class. My mom liked watching them buy candies before class (even ones that were tardy 
). So cute!
More later; I've been feeling unwell lately, so I've been drinking and resting a lot! I might try to get ahead with my school work.
Psh! 
!
; moving in & dropping sis off at airport), so I have to go pack for now!
), that I needed to exercise instead of just addressing the entire family. He meant well, but I was overwhelmed by embarrassment. So even though he still hasn't really learned to communicate things like that to me in ways that don't hurt my feelings, I maybe should just learn to accept that he is that way. But I am young and know what is wrong, so I have no excuse for not learning to change my ways of communicating.
, which is usually pretty awkward for me. I have a slight blister on my finger (I hold my knives the way I hold tennis rackets--with my index finger kind of extended for better control, hence the index finger blister) from cutting so many celery stalks and carrots. I was far more efficient at cutting than the young men adjacent to me 
but they learned from me (and I learned from my parents who used to laugh at my inefficiency). A cycle of learning. Yay.
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