I dove under trying to escape the crushing wave, but as I came up, another one hit taking me under water and filling my senses with salt water.
After four days filled with classes in Spanish and reading boring theory of literature, I feel quite defeated by Peru. My patience is running short, and my emotions are running high. Everything feels like an insult and another notch on someone else’s belt.
It’s hard, but I finally feel like I will make it through. After the waves took me under, I retreated to a sandy beach towel, but I didn’t stay away from the ocean. After a few minutes and a cold Cusquena, I ran back into the ocean ready for a second chance.
Like the ocean’s waves and bits of Peruvian literature and history, I will learn how to conquer my classes and this foreign language. My Spanish is constantly improving, and every conversation with a random bus-companion makes me feel more confident in my abilities.
My language skills can only improve and I suspect so will my ability to stay above water in my classes.
Most of my second week two was filled with my new classes. I’m taking literature of hispanic America with a focus on feminist writings, Peruvian literature, pre-hispanic history of Peru and themes in history of the American Andes.
But I also made time to try a Peruvian Pizza Hut - fancier but with disappointing portions - check out a park with about a dozen water fountains, hang out at the beach and shop in one of Lima’s largest and cheapest shopping centers.
In other news, my fellow intercambios have discovered my North Dakota accent, so now I can be made fun of in two languages. The feelings of stupidity may take longer to pass.