The Great Indoors
Originally Written January 7, 2010
Dear Readers,
I’m finally breaking blog silence again as I settle down with my bottle of Coke and sunflower seeds to write out my thoughts. For the holidays I traveled home. This was the first time I’d ever “visited” America, as a matter of fact, as strange as that sounds. But as I think I said in my previous entry, whenever I’ve been out of the country, I’ve never come home until my trip was over.
It was great being home, although for the first day or two it didn’t seem real. It would be like, “Oh, that’s my backyard. That’s my backyard. I wonder if that’s my backyard.” For the most part I think that wore off. My dog got fat. That was kind of disappointing. But he still has his zest for life, and going for walks, and now loves cheese, something that I wasn’t aware of beforehand. He now understands three words of language (not including his name): walk, cheese, and Milkbone.
Other than spending time with my family, I didn’t do much. And that turned out to be better than I thought it would. I had been planning to go see some friends as well as my cousin on the other side of the state, but the weather in their area was unconducive to visitors. So I spent New Years with my estranged pal Sam Adams and watched TV while playing a computer game during the commercial breaks.
Being in my parents’ home made me feel like I was walking in luxury. Of course I enjoy comfort but I’ve never really been overly interested in materials (besides books and DVDs), yet when I saw the decorative stuff that is commonplace in many American homes, such as glass bowls filled with marbles plastic plant decorations, such as a Christmas wreath, or some of the decorative lamps or bronze figures my parents have collected over the years, I felt a bit like I was visiting a castle. Decorating has never been among my natural set of skills. Right now the only things I have on my walls are a calendar and a map of where the Peace Corps has been. And it’s not a very good map either (no capitols, no geographical information, just very straight forward colored in countries). But even in my bedroom in America the only thing I have on my walls are full-sized flags from Mexico and Germany. I like things simple.
I took nice hot baths, had iced tea (I honestly had forgotten how good it tasted, and that’s the right hand of God truth). I saw “Avatar” in 3-D and got nice hot buttery popcorn that you can’t get in Peru. I had forgotten how fast the internet was. And I had some good heart to heart talks with my parents.
But here’s the kicker. I was looking forward to coming back to Peru. It didn’t surprise me really, but it did relieve me a bit. Things here have been tough, but my routine is here, a lot of my friends are here somewhere, and even though I’ve talked about how I wish there were more infrastructure in my town, I have a better idea what I’m supposed to do. I still am not sure what I’ll do afterwards, but I guess I’ll think of something.
So after a nice couple of weeks in the good ol’ – albeit below to slightly above freezing – US of A I found myself on a plane back to Peru. For my first flight I had my iPod and e-reader in hand, charged and ready to entertain their new master, but as it turned out I talked to another traveler of the world, a young woman from Colorado who spent a few years doing marine biology work off a sailboat. For the entire duration of the flight we talked about where we had been, the kind of work we had done or what we had studied, and coping with similar things like the isolation that comes with being either on a boat in a rural village.
For my next flight I just watched movies and drank Coke.
Piura is hot and humid and I had forgotten to pack the shorts I had brought home. But still I survived and fought off hordes of taxi drivers outside the bus station and walked to my hostel where I stayed before heading back to site where I am now. Orfelinda isn’t around, it turns out. She and Peter are in Lima because she had to have a doctor from there examine her foot that’s been hurting her for a month or two. So it’s just Neysar at home. He told me he’d been home alone since December 18. I asked him what he did for Christmas and he told me he killed and cooked a hen. I asked him if he was sad to spend Christmas without his brother or mom, and he said, partly yes. But then he added that he was also partly happy because he got to have a whole hen to himself, and I can’t blame him for that. Peruvian chicken kicks butt and I don’t even like chicken that much.
My room smelled pretty musty, which I had been expecting; sealed adobe homes tend to give off an earthy odor. Nevertheless I was surprised to see so much dirty on the floor since I had cleaned right before I left. I decided to clean before unpacking. I discovered a plethora of flying insects, from little moths to beetles in my room. That didn’t surprise me. The dead bat under my bed did. I like bats, even though they can carry diseases. It’s too bad it didn’t stay alive in my room and eat all the flying bugs before it croaked. Right now there’s a cricket chirping under my bed and I’m rolling thoughts around in my head about how I’m going to liberate it from my room. This morning at noon when I woke up I saw insects clinging to the outside of my mosquito net and a big spider on my door that I whacked with my sandal. The Great Indoors indeed.
The rainy season has begun, but so far I haven’t seen much rain. To take advantage of the fact, I went jogging.
Ah yes, I made no New Year’s resolutions, in case anyone is curious. The only resolutions I can specifically remember is something like try to learn four languages or something this year. I figured the time limit would help me get my kiester in gear but it never did.
But I have made some life goals, especially after reading an email from a dear friend of mine who told me she was making some major life changes for the better: A more positive outlook. To be more conscious and present. To remember that negativity has no place in my life. Even if I don’t like to eat rice all the time. I’ve heard that if you stop fighting the flow of life, you become still and more at one with the Peace of Everything, because you are part of the Everything. Since I heard that and have kept that in mind, I have seen that I’m generally more positive, more still of mind, and I haven’t felt any real depression to speak of for the first time in years. So I’m curious to see how much further I can develop myself, and perhaps even help others.
Cheers all!
Tristan
PS- Out of curiosity, I want to know where those who read my blog live. I know some of my family and friends read my blog, but I've been curious if anyone from around the USA or from any other country read. If you are one of them, please leave me a reply saying where you are from. You don't have to be specific if you don't want, but I just want to see what parts of the world are reading my messages. Thanks!
Dear Readers,
I’m finally breaking blog silence again as I settle down with my bottle of Coke and sunflower seeds to write out my thoughts. For the holidays I traveled home. This was the first time I’d ever “visited” America, as a matter of fact, as strange as that sounds. But as I think I said in my previous entry, whenever I’ve been out of the country, I’ve never come home until my trip was over.
It was great being home, although for the first day or two it didn’t seem real. It would be like, “Oh, that’s my backyard. That’s my backyard. I wonder if that’s my backyard.” For the most part I think that wore off. My dog got fat. That was kind of disappointing. But he still has his zest for life, and going for walks, and now loves cheese, something that I wasn’t aware of beforehand. He now understands three words of language (not including his name): walk, cheese, and Milkbone.
Other than spending time with my family, I didn’t do much. And that turned out to be better than I thought it would. I had been planning to go see some friends as well as my cousin on the other side of the state, but the weather in their area was unconducive to visitors. So I spent New Years with my estranged pal Sam Adams and watched TV while playing a computer game during the commercial breaks.
Being in my parents’ home made me feel like I was walking in luxury. Of course I enjoy comfort but I’ve never really been overly interested in materials (besides books and DVDs), yet when I saw the decorative stuff that is commonplace in many American homes, such as glass bowls filled with marbles plastic plant decorations, such as a Christmas wreath, or some of the decorative lamps or bronze figures my parents have collected over the years, I felt a bit like I was visiting a castle. Decorating has never been among my natural set of skills. Right now the only things I have on my walls are a calendar and a map of where the Peace Corps has been. And it’s not a very good map either (no capitols, no geographical information, just very straight forward colored in countries). But even in my bedroom in America the only thing I have on my walls are full-sized flags from Mexico and Germany. I like things simple.
I took nice hot baths, had iced tea (I honestly had forgotten how good it tasted, and that’s the right hand of God truth). I saw “Avatar” in 3-D and got nice hot buttery popcorn that you can’t get in Peru. I had forgotten how fast the internet was. And I had some good heart to heart talks with my parents.
But here’s the kicker. I was looking forward to coming back to Peru. It didn’t surprise me really, but it did relieve me a bit. Things here have been tough, but my routine is here, a lot of my friends are here somewhere, and even though I’ve talked about how I wish there were more infrastructure in my town, I have a better idea what I’m supposed to do. I still am not sure what I’ll do afterwards, but I guess I’ll think of something.
So after a nice couple of weeks in the good ol’ – albeit below to slightly above freezing – US of A I found myself on a plane back to Peru. For my first flight I had my iPod and e-reader in hand, charged and ready to entertain their new master, but as it turned out I talked to another traveler of the world, a young woman from Colorado who spent a few years doing marine biology work off a sailboat. For the entire duration of the flight we talked about where we had been, the kind of work we had done or what we had studied, and coping with similar things like the isolation that comes with being either on a boat in a rural village.
For my next flight I just watched movies and drank Coke.
Piura is hot and humid and I had forgotten to pack the shorts I had brought home. But still I survived and fought off hordes of taxi drivers outside the bus station and walked to my hostel where I stayed before heading back to site where I am now. Orfelinda isn’t around, it turns out. She and Peter are in Lima because she had to have a doctor from there examine her foot that’s been hurting her for a month or two. So it’s just Neysar at home. He told me he’d been home alone since December 18. I asked him what he did for Christmas and he told me he killed and cooked a hen. I asked him if he was sad to spend Christmas without his brother or mom, and he said, partly yes. But then he added that he was also partly happy because he got to have a whole hen to himself, and I can’t blame him for that. Peruvian chicken kicks butt and I don’t even like chicken that much.
My room smelled pretty musty, which I had been expecting; sealed adobe homes tend to give off an earthy odor. Nevertheless I was surprised to see so much dirty on the floor since I had cleaned right before I left. I decided to clean before unpacking. I discovered a plethora of flying insects, from little moths to beetles in my room. That didn’t surprise me. The dead bat under my bed did. I like bats, even though they can carry diseases. It’s too bad it didn’t stay alive in my room and eat all the flying bugs before it croaked. Right now there’s a cricket chirping under my bed and I’m rolling thoughts around in my head about how I’m going to liberate it from my room. This morning at noon when I woke up I saw insects clinging to the outside of my mosquito net and a big spider on my door that I whacked with my sandal. The Great Indoors indeed.
The rainy season has begun, but so far I haven’t seen much rain. To take advantage of the fact, I went jogging.
Ah yes, I made no New Year’s resolutions, in case anyone is curious. The only resolutions I can specifically remember is something like try to learn four languages or something this year. I figured the time limit would help me get my kiester in gear but it never did.
But I have made some life goals, especially after reading an email from a dear friend of mine who told me she was making some major life changes for the better: A more positive outlook. To be more conscious and present. To remember that negativity has no place in my life. Even if I don’t like to eat rice all the time. I’ve heard that if you stop fighting the flow of life, you become still and more at one with the Peace of Everything, because you are part of the Everything. Since I heard that and have kept that in mind, I have seen that I’m generally more positive, more still of mind, and I haven’t felt any real depression to speak of for the first time in years. So I’m curious to see how much further I can develop myself, and perhaps even help others.
Cheers all!
Tristan
PS- Out of curiosity, I want to know where those who read my blog live. I know some of my family and friends read my blog, but I've been curious if anyone from around the USA or from any other country read. If you are one of them, please leave me a reply saying where you are from. You don't have to be specific if you don't want, but I just want to see what parts of the world are reading my messages. Thanks!
posted by Tristan | 10:21 AM
1 Comments:
Hi! I'm responding because you asked! I live in Columbus Ohio and I'm reading your blog because I am guessing that my June nomination to a Spanish speaking south American country will end up being Peru. :)
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