The city fires off canyons every morning to celebrate life, so every morning is punctuated with a near heart-attack before I realize what is happening.
My neighbor's dog has grown on my roommates and I - a sweet heeler mix with eyes lined with eyeliner and a fluffy tail. Sometimes we let her into our house and give her a snack. Sometimes when she sees us on the street she likes to walk with us to school. Normally this isn't a problem. But now it is officially Springtime and apparently she is a hot item on the doggy streets of Cusco. This morning I had a line of four dogs following me into town, arranged by size - in back, the smallest terrier mix just twice as big as a chihuahua and about three times smaller than the much-desired Fair Maiden. She sat with me while I worked at the internet cafe while the gentlemen got chased out by the owner. Speaking of Springtime, my friends and I were walking our little, innocent kids from the clinic around the gardens the other day and the clinic's three llamas were going at it. I mean, seriously, how does that work?? Our kids were seriously confused but managed to double over with laughter during their confusion.
A visit to the local Quiropractico yesterday was a true test of my Spanish skills, and the application took about 10 minutes to figure out. The questions I absolutely couldn't understand I decided were really not relevant to my aching back anyway. After two pages of Spanish words and phrases I have never seen, my doctor turned out to be Canadian. Hopefully he worked his magic because I have spent most of my time this past week laying on my back in bed. Thankfully I have had a good Lance Armstrong-Tour de France book to entertain me, which maybe isn't so good now that I think of it because it makes me want to race bikes. Except when I read about the crashing parts, and there are a lot of crashing parts.
My neighbor's dog has grown on my roommates and I - a sweet heeler mix with eyes lined with eyeliner and a fluffy tail. Sometimes we let her into our house and give her a snack. Sometimes when she sees us on the street she likes to walk with us to school. Normally this isn't a problem. But now it is officially Springtime and apparently she is a hot item on the doggy streets of Cusco. This morning I had a line of four dogs following me into town, arranged by size - in back, the smallest terrier mix just twice as big as a chihuahua and about three times smaller than the much-desired Fair Maiden. She sat with me while I worked at the internet cafe while the gentlemen got chased out by the owner. Speaking of Springtime, my friends and I were walking our little, innocent kids from the clinic around the gardens the other day and the clinic's three llamas were going at it. I mean, seriously, how does that work?? Our kids were seriously confused but managed to double over with laughter during their confusion.
A visit to the local Quiropractico yesterday was a true test of my Spanish skills, and the application took about 10 minutes to figure out. The questions I absolutely couldn't understand I decided were really not relevant to my aching back anyway. After two pages of Spanish words and phrases I have never seen, my doctor turned out to be Canadian. Hopefully he worked his magic because I have spent most of my time this past week laying on my back in bed. Thankfully I have had a good Lance Armstrong-Tour de France book to entertain me, which maybe isn't so good now that I think of it because it makes me want to race bikes. Except when I read about the crashing parts, and there are a lot of crashing parts.
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