Juice with Jesus and other outings

Since yesterday was really the only full day we had before starting classes, we made the most of it. I got up early, walked around the neighborhood, came back with goodies (like Manjar) and then Becca and I headed out to school to take full advantage of the free wifi (and free coffee and tea). While there, we met Jesus, a student at Maximo Nivel (MN) studying English. He asked us for some homework help. He had to create a conversation between two people and his topic had evolved from graduating from college to getting married to the number of children he wanted to have. Not the most fluid of conversations and I think we were actually helping him cheat. He's a big fan of American slang and "Wasssssup?" is currently his favorite (I'm trying to get him to switch to "Wat up, yo?")

We invited him to join us at Mercado San Pedro for juice and I loyally returned to my juice lady at stall #91, where I was so lovingly served many times in February. She claimed to remember me (who wouldn't??) and we passed an enjoyable 45 minutes slurping up combinado mixtos (mixed fruit juice) and conversing in broken English and Spanish. Becca had a sore throat and my juice lady (I LOVE that I have a juice lady) made her a special concoction of orange juice, alfalfa and honey -- heated! So yummy.


Me, Jesus and Becca (with her magic green juice)


Me, Becca and my juice lady!

We made plans to meet up with Jesus for dinner around 8:15 (and he was actually ON TIME -- claiming that his punctuality made him a bad Peruvian because they're notoriously late) and made our way home for a little nap. Before our dinner date, we walked to Molino (about 10 minutes away -- woo hoo!), bought a can opener for the canned milk we're now going to be drinking, a pair of scissors and a plastic cup to hold our toothbrushes. Yep. We're that interesting.

Dinner was Italian -- I had a craving for pasta -- but no more of that. Just too expensive (about $20 for 3 of us -- I know, I know, it's cheap to you but here it's insanely expensive) especially when I can cook it at home. That is, when I learn how to use the stove.

The stove. The stove is propane and you need a match to light it. I'm not a fan. But I have eggs that need boiling, so I'm going to have to suck it up eventually and pray that I don't burn off my eyebrows in the process.