Okay so I when our grammer teacher told us that he is going to take us on a hike on Sunday, up the mountains, it will take us 2 hours, and it is a little less than 2 miles... Oh and that we were leaving at 6 am and mountains are huge!... I thought to myself, oh my gosh. this is not the definition of a good time. But I put on my happy face and decided to roll with the punches. We left Lima at 6 am on the dot which means my alarm went off at 4:30. I'm pretty sure the only time people in Peru see 4:30 on their clocks is because that is what time they are getting home from the night before. We arrive to Matucana 2 hours later and meet our guide and we're off on our hike. Thank goodness we took breaks because at some point my legs felt like jello, and the sun beating down, I had to ask myself...Jen, seriously are you going to make it? Or should you lay down and have them pick you up on the way down??.. but I decided I could do it and we made it to the waterfalls!! They of course were beautiful and the whole trek, hike up the mountains was definitely worth it. This was something I would have never experienced before and I am so glad I did it. The way back down was much better but at the same time you were still scared for your life with the steep drop and loose rocks didn't help so much!! We made it back down to Matucana, and we were then on our way back home. Let's just say I think everyone went home, showered, and laid in their beds all afternoon. Or at least I did. :)
On Saturday, the night before, some of the girls and I went to a BBQ with Amber. The BBQ was at a families house for La Ciudad's church family BBQ. It was a great experience and everyone there was so nice. They treated us just like family which is nice to have. They spoke English which was another plus and said anytime we need anything, to not hesitate to call.
I of course have hit day number 17, and I am starting to get homesick and miss my family and friends like crazy. Not only that, but just the normal daily living style of NE and the not so craziness of a small town. What keeps me going? Sometimes I just sit back and think, it is only 4 months, the people I am here with are great, it's an experience of a lifetime, and I am able to talk to my family. Does talking to my family help? Yes of course, but also sometimes it makes it worse because I'd give anything to give them a hug or be there to help my dad open up gates. But I will be able to do that soon. I love them all so much. As I have said, the people I am here with started out as my friends and now they are my family. We look out for each other, we care for each other and they are my family because we depend on each other for so much and for 4 months of our lives. Thank you everyone for your support! It means the world! Keep reading :) Adios!!
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