More interesting (and I think great) things about Ollanta. Yesterday, I came back from running the store and my host father, mother, and brother were just standing in the little courtyard area drinking chicha, the typical corn beer here. The chicha was in a big gallon jug, something you’d usually see some kind of liquid cleaner in. After having a glass, I asked if they buy this at the market. They said no, at the chicheria, which I initially thought would be a proper store. The host father said “Vamos” and we took the empty jug to get a refill. We went a few blocks and walked into the front door of someone’s house. We made our way back to a little dark kitchen where a wood stove was burning and one lady and two guys were sitting. Down in front of the lady was something similar to a witch’s pot, this black metal pot full of chicha. The father handed her the jug and she filled it up with a funnel. Right outside the kitchen, another lady was preparing guinea pigs. There were 4 or 5 already skinned guinea pigs. Must be somebody’s birthday!
I love how there is a person for everything here. Earlier yesterday, my host mother said let’s go to buy something, but I didn’t understand what it was. We go to another person’s house about a block away and there are stacks and stacks of firewood. This is the firewood guy. My host mother asked for a certain amount and we brought our own bag to carry it with us.
Last night, the family was sitting around drinking some beer. The beers here come in 600ml bottles, which is the equivalent of 2 beers in the US. What my host family does, they sit around with one glass and pass it around. When you get the glass, you pour your beer and then pass the beer bottle to the next person. Then they hold onto the bottle until you empty the glass and hand them the glass. And around in a circle you go. We were running low on beer, so I said I’d go to buy the next beers. However, my host mother said she’d come with. We walked a few places down and went inside a little house and the host mother was yelling “Cerveza!” until a girl came out to sell us the beer. I guess this family is friends of my host family so they always buy the beer there.
The people in my host family and in Peru in general are all extremely friendly. I feel very welcome here in the host family. My host mother and father have already told me a few times that I am part of the family. I have finally figured out the family and who all lives here. It is just family that lives in the house. There is the mother (Tina), the father (Mario), Elier (son who is 27 I think), Edson (son who is 28 and lives very close by), Delia (Edson’s wife, who is usually here at the house), Ismael (Edson’s son who is 2 years old), Aydme (18 year old daughter who studies in Cusco0, Jose (23 year old son who studies and works in Cusco), and Lindsay (25 year old daughter who lives in Turin, Italy). Peruvians tend to be very close in distance to their families, so Aydme and Jose come back home every weekend from Cusco. And Edson and Delia are usually here when they’re not working.
That’s all for now. Hope to talk to everyone soon!