I Listen to Dance Music

I love to dance. I just love it, can't get enough of it. Just filling my soul, making me feel so freaking fantastic, just letting go. OH. MY. GOSH.
Yeh. Yesss. Yes.
We went dancing last night. And I tried my hand at Salsa. I'm getting it, but not there yet. Still stumbling at times when I'm dancing with our Peruvian friends, but I have the heart.
And I'm really happy right now. Not because I danced, but, girrrrls, that was great. It was a great last week. And a great day. And my family is coming today. And I'm happy, just like always in this beautiful country I now want to call my home.
I went to Pisco on Thursday, the place where the national liquor of Peru, Pisco, was, well, created, duh. Right? NOOO. Sucka, it was created in Ica, a providence in Pisco. Gosh, idiots.
Well, we went there, too. But in Pisco, they had this island. And in this island, they had animals. And in these animals, there were magical butterflies. Mariposas magicales.
Psyyccchhhe. No butterflies, but they had penquinos and walruses and birds. Freaking like a lot of birds, the second most birds in the world in one, like, 50 mile area. It was kind of cool, I guess.
But I loved the penquinos, and we took a boat to the island. And wen clsoe to the walruses, and saw an alien marking in a field on the island, and I think it was the island from Lost and it was cold because of the Humbolt current and that's why there were penquins.
Then, that night, we bought a 5 sol bottle of Pisco (that's right, boys and girls, a one liter bottle of alcohol for $1.50. Shiz), two bottles of coke, went back to the hostal, and got f'ed in our a's. It was the birthday of Elizabeth, so this combined with the penquinos, amazing dinner we had for 10 soles (3 bucks) a piece (cake, drink, soup, and the best lomo soltado I've had yet peru), made for a truly amazing birthday day. Oh, and we sung happy birthday, in three languages--Hebrew (there were two Iraelis on the trip, and I was talking to them about Birth Right, going to Israel, being in the Israel army--they were officers, not me, come on), English, and obvi, Spanish. I can't believe I just used obvi. Shiz. Yeh, and I just used shiz again. Dammit.
Anyway, at 12:00, we started singing happy birthday to PERU, mi amor! Peru rocks. It rocks really freaking hard.
So we celebrated. Then passed out. But I took some funny videos first. It rocked. Like Peru.
The next day, to celebrate the rocket sauce that is Peru on it's independence day, Fiesta de las Patrias as it is called herre, we went to the aformentioned Ica. And deeper in Ica, in Huancaia, where there was a lagoon and a desert and beauty as far as the eye can see, we rode miles over the sand in a boogey cruiser, almost died, lived again, sandboarded, shredded hard, lied in the sand, sat by the oasis lagoon, took great pictures, and just loved it up.
It was the highlight of all of Peru so far. It was just absolute, pure, unabrided fun on the great dunes of the Peruvian desert.
Then we came back to Lima, with all the plans of having a crazy night out at Gotica or Sebby's beach house. But the house was full, and an hour away, and we were late for Gotica, and tired. SO dressed to go out, Carlos, Nadia, and I fell asleep in my bed watching Mulan.
Yeh, I'm awesome.
But it was fun. We relaxed and enjoyed the rest and laughed the next day.
I watched the Military Parade, went out that night, then the next day went to Villa Maria, and worked with some of the most amazing kids I've met yet. This one young boy, David, I'll mention briefly. He came in at 9:00 A.M. And because it was vaccacions, he was the only one there. We worked for two hours, and he was just so smart. But so shy--at the beginning. But after some minutes, with some Chocala's (high five) thrown in, goofing around, laughing, and him just doing an amzing job, he came around. After word, he just wanted to stay and play with me. And I just felt his joy radiated through me, his warmth, how he was feeling so good about himself, and it made me smile all day long.
74 percent of children in Peru come out of primary school unable to read. But then there is still David. And there is still hope, with organizations like Fe y Alegria y Foundation Tuny Custer and so many others.
And i am so fulfilled to have been part of it, even if it has been so small what I have done. But I smile to know I have, indeed, done it with great love.
As much as I have.