I arrived in Cusco.
I left the house at 8:30 on Sunday, took 3 planes and 24 hours later
here I am. In between the 2nd
and 3rd flight, from Lima to Cusco, I met Diego. He sat with me for 4 hours as I grew
more and more delirious with each passing minute. For some reason, I was not able to sleep on any of the
flights. Diego is from Argentina,
living in Spain and spending 4 months traveling around South America. He kept me somewhat sane as the time
ticked by. When we landed in Cusco
he was kind enough to help me with my bags, which I needed because I packed way
too many books, and then the most nerve racking part, he helped me to find
Edwin’s parents, who I am staying with.
It was so wonderful. I
stepped out of the airport and there were lots of people waiting for their
friends and family and right there in front of me was a huge sign that said
“WELCOME JESSICA” I was so excited I jumped up and down once and gave them a
big wave. I walked over to them
and we hugged as though we knew each other for years. Everyone was happy.
They are so tall and speak ZERO English: perfect! Diego and I exchanged numbers since he
will be in town for a few days. I
went back to their home and it is literally 2 minutes from the airport. Marina made me some coca tea for my
dizziness and I ate a little bit before passing out in the room they have made
up for me. 6 hours. It was pure bliss. Their home is very tiny but
perfect. When you walk in the
kitchen and place to dry the clothes is on the right and the living room and
dining table is on the left with 2 rooms in the back; one for me and one for
them. When I woke up they gave me
almuerza and then I took a shower.
The hot water was blissful until it became ice cold, at exactly the
moment I put shampoo in my hair. I
was not going to play any games with that frigid water so I left the shampoo in
and still have it now.
Then Marina was kind enough to take a taxi with me to the
main center to change some money.
It was about a 15 minute drive or less. Then I called Roger who met me after work and Marina went
home shivering because it is COLD in Peru and neither one of us expected to be
waiting outside for so long. Roger
took me around San Blans and he spoke his broken English and I spoke my broken
Spanish and it was so nice. NO, we
do not like one another. I’m so
proud of myself for that! J. But, I can tell he will be a very dear
friend and he is the epitome of the Peruvian culture; friendly, kind, giving,
smiling. I think after this entry
I will talk about my feelings and less about what I do unless something
incredible happens.
But, I do feel a huge gaping emptiness whenever I hear about
or read about Israel and the life I could have been living with Etay. I know it was not working while he was
with me in New York but we were great together while we were in Israel, the
second time. But, I did not like
where I was living and I had nothing to do.. and so on so forth. It just was not working but I miss him
terribly. He was really my best
friend and I loved him truly and still do. Its very difficult and I think being here is making me feel
my emotions even more, which is very good for me. I want to explore my emotions to the greatest depths and
really feel what is happening for me in every moment. Much Love.
