Things quickly turned into a whirlwind after I returned from Peru (and by quickly, I mean within hours of stepping off of the plane). That is largely why it has taken me such a long time to finish all of my stories from Peru – I was just going non-stop for months straight. Since I knew I was going to be gone for 5 weeks straight right after graduation, and I didn’t have a job lined up and thus didn’t know where I would be living, I just let my apartment lease end. But that meant that when I returned from Peru, I had all of my stuff in storage, was bouncing around with friends because I didn’t have my own place (and doing lots of driving too, since most of them live outside of Atlanta), and also still trying to find a job. The lack of my own place made everything more stressful, and the increased drive time was wreaking havoc on my back. Needless to say, it was a stressful time.
But things weren’t all bad. I did a lot of dancing during this time – in fact, the day I returned from Peru was the anniversary party for Wicked Westie, and you can bet your boots that I was there, even though I was nearly sleeping on my feet from the long trip back. As tired as I was, I was really glad that I got to be there – I’ve missed every other anniversary party for Wicked because I’ve been in one country or another.
I did skip dancing a couple of times, but it was for worthy causes. My favorite was going to see the Lego movie at an outdoor showing at Emory University. It was something put on for alums and friends of alums, so Elizabeth invited a group of people to go join her. I did miss dancing, but I had a great evening with some awesome people – including Federico, a friend of Elizabeth’s who is actually Peruvian! Totally worth it :). It was great being able to reminisce a little bit with someone who understood what I missed so much about Peru.
Another reminder of Peru was the World Cup, which started while I was still there but continued for a while after I returned. I happen to have several stateside friends who also like soccer, so for the Netherlands-Mexico game we decided to go to a pub that’s popular for watching World Cup matches. They were rooting for the Netherlands, so in the spirit of unity I dressed up in my best orange outfit and started cheering on the Netherlands. But I couldn’t make it through the whole game like that – pretty soon my Spanish roots took over, and I took off the orange topshirt I had on and went over to the other side of the pub to cheer on Mexico. Hey, I may have never been to Mexico, but it’s a whole lot closer to Costa Rica and Peru than Holland is! 🙂