i thought i actually had inner peace there for a second
things were going really well for a while there. i was working in the morning with the ladies in the soup kitchen, spending the afternoons smoking reading listening to music and generally chilling with the artesanoes, and nights were pretty much the same thing, only with more drinking/smoking and less reading.
then yesterday i went to see the babies since i hadn't seen them in a few days. turns out one of my favorites, a girl that was just a couple weeks old named isabella, died over the weekend because she was very sick or something. i didnt understand exactly how or why it happened, but the nurse told me she was just too sick. i wonder what she had... well that shook me hard and the nursery was really sad that day. it is more common here then in the states though, obviously. i wonder if she could have gotten to lima or something though, if they could have had medicine for her? fuck i dont know, i dont know the words to ask qustions like that. then things were going really well for a while there. i was working in the morning with the ladies in the soup kitchen, spending the afternoons smoking reading listening to music and generally chilling with the artesanoes, and nights were pretty much the same thing, only with more drinking/smoking and less reading.
then yesterday i went to see the babies since i hadn't seen them in a few days. turns out one of my favorites, a girl that was just a couple weeks old named isabella, died over the weekend because she was very sick or something. i didnt understand exactly how or why it happened, but the nurse told me she was just too sick. i wonder what she had... well that shook me hard and the nursery was really sad that day. it is more common here then in the states though, obviously. i wonder if she could have gotten to lima or something though, if they could have had medicine for her? fuck i dont know, i dont know the words to ask qustions like that. then that night i was supposed to go eat pizza with raquel, but harold, my old pal who has been in lima for a week, called and said he was coming over in 15 min. so i had to wait for him which made me pretty late to meet with raquel. so i meet with harold, explain to him im supposed to meet with raquel, but then she is not there. i guess she went home cause i was late, which is cool. then harold and i go eat pizza, and he starts on me. first off, this kid has known me for a week, tops. i know the only reason he was upset with me is because i am now friends with the artesanos, and he doesnt like them. i dont know why, but that is besides the point. the point is, some guy in peru is mad at me bcause he thinks i have changed from the person i was a week ago, but in reality he knows almost nothing about me and the only reason he is really upset is because i have friends now that he doesnt get along with. man this sounds like united states drama. i did not come to peru for this. i explained to him calmly that if he did not like my friends than he did not like me, and besides, he didnt really know me anyway. i dont know what is going to happen. it sucks because i thought he was a nice guy and we would remain friends and stuff, but after this i am just lik sheesh. get over it. i have met more warm friendly people than i can count on both hands in a week and i am not going to cry over a failed friendship. but i was pretty ticked because instead of meeting up with raquel for pizza and instead of listening to the band play and have fun afterwards, i walked around in circles trying to explain to some kid that he needs to lay off. what a fucked night. then today at work i went to the kitchen because i didnt want to go back to the nursery right away. i cut my finger good, but when you are peeling huge slippery carrots with a knife bigger than your foot, i suppose these things happen. i am getting off this thing now.
then yesterday i went to see the babies since i hadn't seen them in a few days. turns out one of my favorites, a girl that was just a couple weeks old named isabella, died over the weekend because she was very sick or something. i didnt understand exactly how or why it happened, but the nurse told me she was just too sick. i wonder what she had... well that shook me hard and the nursery was really sad that day. it is more common here then in the states though, obviously. i wonder if she could have gotten to lima or something though, if they could have had medicine for her? fuck i dont know, i dont know the words to ask qustions like that. then things were going really well for a while there. i was working in the morning with the ladies in the soup kitchen, spending the afternoons smoking reading listening to music and generally chilling with the artesanoes, and nights were pretty much the same thing, only with more drinking/smoking and less reading.
then yesterday i went to see the babies since i hadn't seen them in a few days. turns out one of my favorites, a girl that was just a couple weeks old named isabella, died over the weekend because she was very sick or something. i didnt understand exactly how or why it happened, but the nurse told me she was just too sick. i wonder what she had... well that shook me hard and the nursery was really sad that day. it is more common here then in the states though, obviously. i wonder if she could have gotten to lima or something though, if they could have had medicine for her? fuck i dont know, i dont know the words to ask qustions like that. then that night i was supposed to go eat pizza with raquel, but harold, my old pal who has been in lima for a week, called and said he was coming over in 15 min. so i had to wait for him which made me pretty late to meet with raquel. so i meet with harold, explain to him im supposed to meet with raquel, but then she is not there. i guess she went home cause i was late, which is cool. then harold and i go eat pizza, and he starts on me. first off, this kid has known me for a week, tops. i know the only reason he was upset with me is because i am now friends with the artesanos, and he doesnt like them. i dont know why, but that is besides the point. the point is, some guy in peru is mad at me bcause he thinks i have changed from the person i was a week ago, but in reality he knows almost nothing about me and the only reason he is really upset is because i have friends now that he doesnt get along with. man this sounds like united states drama. i did not come to peru for this. i explained to him calmly that if he did not like my friends than he did not like me, and besides, he didnt really know me anyway. i dont know what is going to happen. it sucks because i thought he was a nice guy and we would remain friends and stuff, but after this i am just lik sheesh. get over it. i have met more warm friendly people than i can count on both hands in a week and i am not going to cry over a failed friendship. but i was pretty ticked because instead of meeting up with raquel for pizza and instead of listening to the band play and have fun afterwards, i walked around in circles trying to explain to some kid that he needs to lay off. what a fucked night. then today at work i went to the kitchen because i didnt want to go back to the nursery right away. i cut my finger good, but when you are peeling huge slippery carrots with a knife bigger than your foot, i suppose these things happen. i am getting off this thing now.