culture shock

Finally Im ready to write again, yesterday I was far too depressed. But then my dad called and I was sort of doing me good telling someone all my pain and knowing that I eventually could come back earlier.

Well, how shall I beginn, the first 2 days here in Peru Ive just been crying. Living in a slum, no water, no toilet, from time to time a cold shower at a friends house, everythings dirty, the kitchen, the plates, the pans, everything (I guess the dirt is the worst) and it stinks of stray, dunno how many of u know how a stray stinks like, but u definitaly missed one of the worst smells...

To brush my teeth and wash my hands I use a cut bottle (my great invention Im so proud of) with 1/2 dl of valuable drinking water, imagine but this is enough for both, of course out of the window cause theres no sink here.

Well, but the kiddies are lovely, almost scarying lovely. Im already godmother... I was sort of surprised but Sophia really wanted the Gringa ( how the call the whites here) to be her godmother, and I said, ok... very sweet.

Church was good yesterday, it lives and something quite weird happened... I just had to cry without no reason and had a very strange but nice feeling. And Im really a sceptic person. We'll see...

Now I need to pack my bags again to go to the childrens home where Im going to stay the week through...

bb