My Lucky Day (cont.)

So to reward my loyal followers, a poop joke is coming at the end of this post. I started this post on another computer, had to leave to go out to a club, and now someone is sleeping in the computer room. Pues, if you read on, you'll see a freaking hilarious fart/poop joke, jiggaaass.
But, onto what's most important. Today was a lucky day. The group traveled on a bus with a jovial old man (there seem to be a lot of those in Peru) that was named Berto Gomez (si yo puedo recordar, Juan Amberto Gomez Luis) who was so kind and amiable, I loved it. He was our tour guide of history.
Because today we went to the Pacha Camada--place of the Sun god--where the oldest Inca civilization, archeologically, is located. It was unbelievable. A huge desert gave way to this gem of antiquity, a piece of history that seemed to arise from the ground itself. I took many pictures, enjoyed it so much, but that icing on the cake came as we came down from the proverbial mount. A group of chachmas, those who were here before the spanish conquistidacion, were having a ceremony for the Inti Cajma, or the summer solstice. It happens once a year, and we were there. Get it, lucky.
It was so spiritual, as the eldest member of the tribe lamented prayers, about mother earth, father sun, our brother trees, and all that is needed to preserve oiur love for our "tierra" or land. It felt invorgorating, and what was all the more significant was that we were part of the ceremonia. We drank the cachua, we ate the coca leaves and then sacrifced them to the gods, by pointing the leaves to the sun, in the middle of the circle, alone, kissing them, then casting them into the fire.
And while we did so, we put one prayer in our heart. I prayed to mother earth that she give me the strength to be outside myselft, to have the strength to be there for these children and make their lives better.
As my heart beat so fast after I sacrificed the leaves, I hoped it had had its effect.
After, we ate a delicious meal, went to a musuem of Liman history, then went back to our house to sleep.
After eating dinner, Carlos, Nadia (another member of the Harvard group), a guy named Liam, who was really nice but liked Nadia a little too much (bordering on being freaking weird), and I went out with Santiago's brother, Sebby, who was so very welcoming, kind, fun, and quite frankly, unbelieveable. We went to the casa del Danino (his house), had some beers, meant his cousin and his unbelievably kind friend Lucho, then left for Grananta, a club where a Harvard alum, a friend of Santi, was having a party. It was incredible. We got in for a reduced rate (5 down from 20 dollars), then danced, drank, and talked in Spanish with Sebby's goregous friends. One of them tried so hard to give me her number that she made me bleed with a pen. Oye, locas, ven paca. Give me something.
But all of them were so nice, we had so much fun, and now I'm back in my bed. At 4:15, having to wake up at 8. But it's okay. Activities end tomorrow at 11.
And, as you know, today's my lucky day.
:)