I have to say now, I'm really starting to like Cusco. Well, apart form all of the tour operators, preying on me during my walk to school. It's cool, everybody SHOULD bungie jump from a random cliff in Peru! That would be awesome. What it's come down to is me rejecting my anglophonic roots on the streets, fully embracing this education. No hablo ingles amigo. Sorry.
The transportation system in Peru is a long shot away from the DTA. They've got rapid buses in Cusco. Basically it's a full size conversion van filled to the limit. No room to sit? That's okay, you'll just get an opportunity to stretch when you get OFF the bus. Don't sweat it. I've had the wonderful experiences of getting on the wrong bus twice so far. How am I supposed to know where they're going, it's not like they've got a sign! I'll get some bus pics this weekend.
I finished my first week of school (Amauta) today. My weekly schedule is divided between two classes. After making sure that I've dragged my lazy ass out of bed and out the door by eight o'clock, I've either got to catch a rapid bus, of shell out two and a alf soles for a taxi. The taxis here have so far been safe. The trick is to take a certified taxi. If not, I've heard of people getting kidnapped, getting beaten losing their credit card, and their dignity.
Class starts at 8.30, Carla's been helping me brush up on my conversational Spanish. Huge Strides People. I know our accents have been improving, at least a little, because bilingual Peruvians don't always practice their English on us. Ronald, our culture teacher, apart from spending an hour telling us the love story behind his recent marriage, had us give presentations today to practice our new cvocabulary (it's a daily thing).
Pictured is La Iglesia de la Compañía de Jesús. It is located in the Plaza de Armas, central Cusco. Ground Zero.
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