Me voooooy

Well folks, I haven`t been doing anything of note for the past week, because I have been sick as one of the sickly dogs gimping around here. Definitely was something like the good old flu, though my host mom was convinced I had “paràsitos“ and had to be taken out back and shot. No, but she wanted me to go to some clinic and get an “inyecciòn“. Yeah right, lady. Anyhoo, I am much better now and there was an upside to the whole mess. I got to see what froot loops look like in vomit form. Not a tie-dye effect as I had hoped, but black as night! I am gaining so much rich cultural knowledge from the germs around here. While I haven`t been up to much, I`d like to relate a story that I watched unfold from my bedroom window. I`ll set the scene...


I was slumbering fetally in the dead of night. Dogs were barking, horns were honking, tiny old women were still selling this weird hot juice on the street, when suddenly, a shot rang out! I awoke and looked out my window to discover four police officers shooting at a car! Directly beneath me, a rogue driver had foolishly turned into a dead end, and was now being shot at for some reason. Eventually he stopped the car and had to be physically wrestled from the car. This joker was obviously drunk, and would absolutely not stand still and be handcuffed. It was like an epsiode of Cops, with tinier people, cars, and guns. There was even a lady cop! While they were tangling with the guy, he kept yelling “me voooooooy ” meaning, “I´m gooooooing”, but the cops were like, yeah right, dirtbag, and they finally drove away with him. Man, it was really something. So that is the most interesting thing that has happened in awhile, but hopefully I`ll experience something that doesn´t involve guns or barf soon. 


-I also wanted to add a correction to earlier posts about cusco sours. While they are similar to whisky sours, they are actually made with Pisco, a grape brandy that is super popular around these parts. Also, they are more commonly called pisco sours and only occasionally cusco sours. The point is, all those times you imagined me stumbling around dark alleys by myself wearing my glittery club dress, blame it on the pisco, not the whisky.